The love-hate relationship between the columnist and a city. Or it was all Gerardo’s fault. poor Gerardo
Son, I always write to you to tell you beautiful things. This isn’t that cool, but it’s constructive, because not everything is flowers on the go, as much as smiles on social media want to show us otherwise.
Read listening to this beautiful song by Jorge Drexler, Montevideo. Relieve the chaos.
It was 2000 something, a 20-year celebration of a nearly bankrupt marriage. We decided to go to Uruguay. In winter. Mistake. Immense. Depression pumping inside. Outside, a melancholy Montevideo with a cursed wind that crossed the bones, gray skies and Rio da Prata ditto. The combination of things that go wrong when you’re already sad.
This was the biggest travel mistake of my life! The realization came years later: a trip doesn’t save a relationship. On the contrary, it accentuates all the problems.
A lot has happened before, during and after, but let’s say the highlight of the tourist disaster was having a native half. stalker, we met in Plaza Independencia, a guy who forcibly accompanied us using a dose of emotional blackmail throughout our stay in the city. Gerardo, our self-imposed guest, had just separated and lost his father. I was in need. Who had the courage to disappoint a man in these conditions? I. I would have. I was at my limit.
But your father says: “It’s nice to have a native guide us” (which I agree, but not on this trip) and so Gerardo has become our shadow and witness of quarrels and cries for days. Yes, for days.
He and I also had a poetic moment when we stopped on a wall near the river at sunset and he said, moved, that that place was the last place he went with his father still conscious, before the Alzheimer’s was definitively established. I cried, it had already become a routine to cry.
Montevideo has been marked and I have here with me that it needs to be exorcised, to be redone with other companies, in the summer, with street life, bar balconies full of people, joy and a positive look at the natural melancholy of an organized, beautiful city with extremely friendly people.
There are so many reasons to revisit Montevideo as it deserves: Ciudad Vieja, Rambla, wonderful meats, dulce de leche, medium and medium, half wine and half sparkling wine that I don’t even know if it’s indigenous or a joke of the Mercado del Puerto, I just know that I like it.
Ah, the stuffed crepes served with the you with milk! Clericot, a type of white sangria made from white or sparkling wine and fruit: grapes, oranges, pomelos, melons, strawberries, kiwis, apples, pineapples and even fruit in syrup. A delicious mix!
The aroma of parrilla in the air, coffee with teapots dressed in crochet dresses and delicious things to go with. On the streets graffiti, lambe-lambe, old empty buildings, bookstores, many vintage images on the streets, shops and business walls. And there is Mujica. Hi Mujica!
Montevideo is delicious. I just needed a realistic look, free from the gray of a joyless soul! We, you and me, deserve a second chance.
That’s all I wanted to talk about, son. Go to Montevideo with friends, with a love in a good stage or go alone, although I think Montevideo is a social city, to visit as a couple or in a group.
I love you baby. I hope you will eat the Uruguayan dulce de leche soon, don’t tell the Argentines, but the Uruguayan is better.
Oh, and you who read me, have you ever had a Gerardo on the road? Tell me, my Instagram is over there.
[ sobre viagens y otras cositas da vida de uma mãe 360º no meu Instagram @rivotrip.oficial]
Source: Terra
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