Back kind of..

So my last relaxed night in Uruguay did not end up relaxed at all. We had a pool party in the hotel. Simple as that. When my cousin and I walked back to the hotel from our uncle's house, we planned on swimming a little and getting some much needed rest. But we walk in and who do we see sipping beers but the Americans and a couple of the hotel worker guys. So we say, "Hello, we are going swimming. Join?" They say yes. Pool party was my cousin and I and four other guys all yelling and throwing eachother, towels, chairs into the water. This works well because the pool is stupid small and underground. I will try to get pictures of this from one of the Americans because we are now all facebook friends, of course.

The next morning, we woke up at eleven to try to take advantage of our last days of sunning. We also finally went jet skiing!! It was grossly overpriced though...fifteen minutes for fifty bucks! We got it down to forty dollars which is still totally unreasonable, but said fuck it and climbed on. I drove and I am proud to say that I did not flip us, but I did pass the speed limit that we were told to go at. Meh, the bottom line is we did not die and we got to see a huge fish jump out of the water. Clearly the highlight of the trip. Our Buquebus ride back was awesome. My cousin and I both bought perfumes in the duty free shop(no taxes), and I went to "el carajo" with mine because I spent nearly a bill on it. But hey, I love perfume and I love Dior AND I hadn't bought myself anything this whole trip!

Now I am back in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The hustle and bustle of the city is tiring and somewhat depressing. After so much calm, the grime and smell of exhaust fuel is harsh. Today I was supposed to go to La Boca which is a part of Buenos Aires that is really known for its painted buildings and Tango dancers, with my uncle Mariano but it turns out he left the city and I wont be seeing him. When I found this out I literally started crying. I called him last night at midnight to figure out what time I should meet him and he told me that him and his girlfriend split up. Guess he got so upset over it that he left the city and wouldn't be back until Tuesday. I leave Sunday. This absolutely crushed me. I see my uncle maybe once every three of four years. As a kid, this guy was my hero. I looked up to him and felt like he is my far away big brother. Now I wont get to say goodbye. I know this sounds kind of whiney but I don't really care. I understand why he left, but I also this he is a dick for not waiting one extra day at least to see me. He begged me to forgive him and it's like, how can I not? I forgive the ones I hate, so of course I will forgive the ones I love..BUT I'M STILL MAD.

But life moves on and tomorrow I will go out for the last time with my little cousin. Plaza Francia watch out!