Uruguay’s Luis Suarez, second left, poses for a picture with children after a training session ahead of the upcoming 2011 Copa America in Montevideo, Uruguay, June 28, 2011. Argentina will host the Copa America soccer tournament July 1-24.
campamento Jubilee, Canada (via IntercambioUruguayCanada)
Aguada, Montevideo, Uruguay
debí comprar ese gorro de aviador :’( ahora me arrepiento de no haberlo hecho
“Es evidente que Dios me concedió un destino oscuro. Ni siquiera cruel. Simplemente oscuro. Es evidente que me concedió una tregua. Al principio, me resistí a creer que eso pudiera ser la felicidad. Me resistí con todas mis fuerzas, después me di por vencido y lo creí. Pero no era la felicidad, era solo una tregua. Ahora estoy otra vez metido en mi destino. Y es más oscuro que antes, mucho más.”
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© AP Forlán, mejor jugador de Sudáfrica 2010 La Copa América de Argentina le propone a Diego Forlán un menú variado y gustoso, con récords, tiempo para brindar explicaciones y gloria. Para el periodismo farandulero argentino será la oportunidad de tener al mejor jugador uruguayo para preguntarle por los temas personales que tanto dieron que
Eu quero essa jaqueta!!! #uruguay (Taken with instagram)
Anthony Bourdain in Uruguay. Totally Ribster!
Montevideo te amo. on Flickr.
edition I just made
Punta Del Este, Uruguay on Flickr.
Monumento al Ahogado (Monument of Fingers) or La Mano (The Hand) has become one of Punta Del Este’s most recognisable landmarks. Punta Del Este is a beach haven for city dwellers from both Montevideo and Buenos Aires (it’s a short ferry hop away). Thousands flock there during the summer months to see and to be seen
Punta Del Este, Uruguay on Flickr.
It’s been almost two months since I last heard from you. I’m not asking you what’s wrong because I know what is. And what is not. They say things will be back to normal after a week. Let’s hope so. You don’t know how important a letter is to every one of us. When we go out to exercise, you can tell right away who received a letter and who didn’t. An unusual glow lights up the faces of the first, even if they often try to keep from showing how happy they are, so as not to depress those who weren’t as lucky. During the last few weeks, for obvious reasons, we all had long faces and that’s not good either. So I have no answer to any of your questions simply because I’ve had no questions from you. But I have some for you. Not the kind you can readily guess without my having to ask them, and I don’t like to ask anyway, so as not to tempt you into telling me (in a joking or, even worse, in a serious tone): “Not anymore.” I just wanted to ask about the Old Man. He hasn’t written to me for quite some time. And in this case I’m under the impression that there’s no special reason for not receiving letters. It’s just that he hasn’t written in a long time. And I don’t know why. Sometimes I go over (only in my mind, of course) the things I remember writing to him in some of my short notes but I don’t believe I’ve said anything in them to hurt his feelings. Do you see him often? Another question: how is Beatriz doing in school? In her last letter, I seemed to detect something vague about some things she said. Do you realize how much I miss you? Despite my ability—and it’s considerable—to adjust, being without you is one of those things neither my mind nor my body has been able to grow used to. At least not so far. Will I get used to this? I don’t think so. Have you?
the rest
Montevideo te amo. on Flickr.
edition I just made
Excelente cuento de Eduardo Sacheri…no has vivido si no lo has oםdo!
Cuando ese silencio parece mortal
no tengo derecho a tratarte tan mal
& son esas cosas que no quiero ver
no quiero ver,no quiero ver.
I love my Uruguayan rock group.
K
© M. CERCHIARI Las cenizas chiles siguen marcando presencia Las cenizas del volcבn chileno Puyehue se niegan a retirarse del cielo uruguayo. Desde la noche de este viernes comenzף a notarse en el ambiente la misma niebla espesa que semanas atrבs, cuando llegaron los restos de la actividad volcבnica. Para este sבbado la Direcciףn
People always ask me where I’m from. Though I live in Texas, currently, we follow a very uruguayan lifestyle. We are blunt, we are loud, South American soccer plays on the the tv 80% of the day, and we eat meat like nobodies business.
Here is a VERY EXCELLENT portrayal of where I come from.
K
© La carne uruguaya se encareciף fuertemente respecto al aסo pasado El ingreso promedio por exportaciones de carne bovina de Uruguay alcanzף un valor acumulado de US$ 3.926 por tonelada (peso canal) en lo que va del aסo, valor 38,2% superior al del mismo perםodo de 2010, cuando se promediaba US$ 2.840. En volumen los embarques
I don’t like racists. Not even a little bit. Like if there’s a guy who’s all, “I hate races” and stuff, I’m all “whatever, racist, you suck”. Because you know what? Races are fun. You get to see stuff go really fast and whatever. (Except for those races where they just go in a circle a zillion times. That’s like yawning a zillion times and then taking a nap and dreaming of taking another nap. Then you wake up and you think you took two naps, but you didn’t, so even though you’re rested you feel tired again because you were expecting to be twice as rested as you are.)
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It’s okay to put too much filler in a pillow. Pillow-filling isn’t rocket science or brain surgery, and it’s damn sure not accountancy. Just relax. You’re not the first person to overfill a pillow. It’s all going to be just fine.
But God help you if you do it again. Seriously. Learn from your mistakes, jackass.
***
Sometimes it’s really hard not to think about how happy I was with her. How we used to cuddle and make fun of the news together. The time we made out in the back of a car, only we didn’t know whose car it was. And the time she broke up with me because she wanted to see someone else and I wanted her to not do that. That was like having my heart ripped out by burning hot tongs and stomped on by a bunch of rhinos.
Okay, I guess that last part was not such a fun memory. Anyway, thanks for asking. Would you like to hear about our specials?
***
Sweetheart, come over here and sit down. How was your day at school? Did you learn a lot? Oh, good. Always try to learn something new every day. That’s good advice even for when you’re grown up.
There’s something important Daddy needs to tell you. Your Mommy and I love you very, very much. You and your sisters are the most important things in the world to us, and we will always, always love you. Always and forever.
No, not Timmy. Well, for one thing, he’s adopted. We didn’t exactly get the pick of the litter there, if you know what I mean. It’s not like there’s anything wrong with him. He’s okay. But when we look at him, we can’t help thinking “We could have done better.”
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I really think cashews are my favorite nut. It’s funny to think of them that way - “favorite nut”. You can say it four or five times, and it still sounds funny. You get this picture of yourself in your head, like you’re this dandy with a walking stick and a satin-lined cape and a monocle. I guess you must have spent too much on the cape and walking stick to afford to see out of both eyes. But that’s how it is when you’re a dandy.
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Things that are on my desk right now:
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The first King of Uruguay was Roger IV. He was called that because it was his name.
He was famous for various deeds and actions, including the time when he mistook the Duchess of Norfolk for the Duchess of Suffolk at a fancy party and stuck his big toe down her dress (as was the fashion at the time). Also there was a time when he did something else which was memorable.
After he was King for a while, he died and someone else got to be King. Such are the customs of the Uruguayan people.
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The surest way to shame your proud Viking forebears is to say, “Shame! Shame on you, proud Viking forebears!” in a firm and disapproving tone.
***
People often ask me, “What did you like least about making love to the most beautiful woman in the world?”
Sometimes I say, “Stopping.”
Other times I say, “Waking up.”
But if I’m being honest with myself, and I let myself go to a place that’s just raw and open and real, I’ll say, “Get out of my bedroom, you jerks. We’re busy!”
***
You are walking in the deep woods. The trail before you is barely more than a memory, a faint whisper from the ancient history of the forest. The trees look tall as hills, and it would take three of you to reach around their massive trunks. You hear birdsong - beautiful and innocent, it inspires you to a reverence no cathedral choir ever could. More and more you remember that you, too, are a part of nature.
Then your phone rings. You get reception way out there? Who’s your carrier?
Never mind. It’s Uncle Dave. Wow, this is going to suck. Uncle Dave just “wanted to say hi”, which means you’re going to be stuck talking to him for at least 45 minutes. He has to tell you about every last thing your cousin Paula is doing, because Paula is the best thing since sliced bread (which she invented using a time machine she made for her sixth-grade science fair). Christ, what an asshole.
Finally! He’s done talking now. Back to your reverie, back to your oneness with nature. Except that now you’re getting bitten by about a thousand mosquitoes. Did you know it’s just the females that bite? You did? Well excuse me, Baron von Entomologist. Maybe you should tell the story.
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untitled by ~ misscertezas on Flickr.
“Singing songs that make you slit your wrists”…
1930|The USA Soccer Federation congratulates Uruguay on winning the World Cup
so proud of my uruguay and south american roots. Only proves the expression…..
if you’re going to go down…go down swinging.
K
One more week!
Este fue el festejo con hinchas a la llegada del hotel !!!!
Diego Lugano
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