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"I'm sure I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about." - Mary Poppins - (Julie Andrews)
Driving here is like driving bumper cars at an amusement park. I’ve learned to swerve in and out of lanes without signaling (that only confuses things here), drive down the middle of the road while searching for potholes, pass motorcycles with 4 people on them, and sneak quietly past gauchos riding their horses on Sundays.
Potholes are by far the most disturbing thing here – some are big enough to swallow a VW Beetle! However, in preparation for the massive load of Argentinians and Brazilians who will vacation here for December – February, they start repairing the roads in September. By next fall, they will be full of potholes one again, because they don’t do a very good job of filling them. The Uruguayan reasoning: someone will always have a job filling the holes!
Building is coming along nicely – I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about framing, building supplies, and roof trusses!
Today I was able to speak English to a window supplier. I know when I find someone who finally speaks English, I talk their heads off! My Spanish is still leaving a lot to be desired. I have finally learned to pronounce two “ll”s like a ZZZZHHH sound, rather than a Y sound like we do in Texas and Mexico. Pollo – chicken – is POHZHO. Kind of like pohshow. Whoo hoo, it’s different and does not sound like the Spanish we hear in Texas – sounds more like French to me.
Driving here is like driving bumper cars at an amusement park. I’ve learned to swerve in and out of lanes without signaling (that only confuses things here), drive down the middle of the road while searching for potholes, pass motorcycles with 4 people on them, and sneak quietly past gauchos riding their horses on Sundays.
Potholes are by far the most disturbing thing here – some are big enough to swallow a VW Beetle! However, in preparation for the massive load of Argentinians and Brazilians who will vacation here for December – February, they start repairing the roads in September. By next fall, they will be full of potholes one again, because they don’t do a very good job of filling them. The Uruguayan reasoning: someone will always have a job filling the holes!
Building is coming along nicely – I have learned more than I ever wanted to know about framing, building supplies, and roof trusses!
Today I was able to speak English to a window supplier. I know when I find someone who finally speaks English, I talk their heads off! My Spanish is still leaving a lot to be desired. I have finally learned to pronounce two “ll”s like a ZZZZHHH sound, rather than a Y sound like we do in Texas and Mexico. Pollo – chicken – is POHZHO. Kind of like pohshow. Whoo hoo, it’s different and does not sound like the Spanish we hear in Texas – sounds more like French to me.
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