After missing all possible cheap options that could take me to Buenos Aires—it was my actual birthday and I had a perfect day—I am in the direct boat, comfy, not miserable and sleepy, and hoping that the massage therapist Cori suggested is available this afternoon (supposedly she massages you according to your meridians and fixing your inner problems as well as tight muscles) !
After Juan left (I invited him to have tea and bizcochos at my place and we had a nice and long conversation, I really enjoy his company and I hope he reciprocates) and I finished absolutely everything I needed to do before leaving Montevideo, except buying a ticket, Mauro came to visit me and brought me a super nice mate, with a quote from Benedetti on it, then Titi came, with a bottle of French wine, I made Peter Gordon style dolmas with ricotta filling (not because I am oh-so-sophisticated, that was the only thing I had home!, and I served those with the chutney I bought in San Francisco last time I was there. Result was a total success) and she started singing Happy Birthday to me exactly at 12! I love her, she is so cute and really knows how to make others happy.
Back in Cupula, after way too much wine and chats, I went to bed at 2 , and put the alarm for 4:45 to take the semi-miserable ride to Baires with a bus that leaves Montevideo at 6 am, then transfer to a boat in Colonia around 8 am; I barely opened my eyes and said: “it is your birthday, you deserve the most civilized ride today!” went back to sleep, hours later woke up, had coffee with one of my neighbors, Justine, Guate’s girlfriend, before saying goodbye to my house and cabbed my fabulous self to Buquebus station down at the port.
It is a grey morning in Montevideo, my grey city, and as its “ciudadana ilustre” I feel saudade leaving her, especially now, I was just starting to have fun here.
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