URUGUAY

Uruguay Unplugged
The1965 Jeep Grand Cherokee, painted the milky blue of a dirty swimming pool, had windows that went neither up nor down, frozen in place by years of dust, dirt and use. Two huge Labradors panted in the bare metal back, their dirty dog smell mixing with the odor of hay, thistle and mesquite on the summer air.At the bank of the wide, caramel colored Rio Negro that cuts through the heart of rural Uruguay, I opened the Jeep’s door with the outside handle and helped Ethan wrestle a little boat into the warm water. ”Shit!” I said to myself as we launched toward the far bank. I came all the way to Uruguay to realize that–other than a pristine stretch of white sand beach on the Black ..Read more…