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 historical museums security guard my question. She rapid fired a response to the security guard. Not to be ignored, I asked again. “¿Donde esta de Museo Municpal de Bellas Artes?” She cut me off again and this ... read more