Everything was closed. I was frustrated and attempting in my best broken Spanish to ask directions to the Municipal Museum of Fine arts. I wanted to see the works of the great Uruguayan painters but I couldn’t find the museum on a guidebook map. Then again, I was already disappointed that I was clinging to my guidebook on day three of my weekend in Uruguay. Funny how dependent I can become on things when the “plan” starts to falter. “¿Donde esta de Museo Municpal de Bellas Artes?” A portly middle aged woman interrupted my attempts to ask the hi [View Full Entry]

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