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soy viajera.

hola chicos!

i am in Uruguay. and, despite the fact that Uruguay is not New Zealand, *sad face*, life is still managing to be pretty damn good.

i was in the capital city of Montevideo for ten days to study spanish, staying at a fantastic hostel in the city centre called El Viajero (my recommendations). and apart from my four hours of lessons each day, i barely needed to leave the hostel. the people there, staff and viajeros (travellers) alike, are some of the most friendly and welcoming i have ever met. i instantly felt comfortable and at home (horrifying all the uruguayos by walking around barefoot!). we all passed the evenings together in the hostel courtyard chatting, drinking mate, making asado (uruguayan barbeque), and smoking legalised dope until the early hours of the mornings. i got them all rolling with dried eucalyptus leaves, told them it was an Australian thing!

after three months in New Zealand of not meeting a single australian, i met a gorgeous chica called Emma on my very first day, who went to high school in the same suburb of Sydney as me. we had a ball hanging out together; it was fantastic to have someone from home with whom i could relate to, making my first few days in a new country much more relaxed and full of laughter. i made friends with a super lovely uruguayan called Jeronimo who worked at the hostel. He took Emma and i to the gorgeous old town of La Colonia Del Sacramento, and has been so kind in showing me the sights around Montevideo.

For the most part, Montevideo is a big, colourless, noisy city covered in car exhaust. Layers upon layers of grey cement in varying shades and textures; chipped and crumbling here and there, dotted with graffiti and opportunistic flora that clings to the cracks in the walls. I’m quite liking these grey landscapes at the moment, from the beaches back in NZ, to this city, and the ceaseless gloomy and drizzling skies that seem to be following me everywhere i go.  

every sunday is the enormous Tristan Nervaja markets. hundreds of market stalls sprawl across the residential backstreets, with everything from fruit and vegetables to antiques, power adaptors, handmade jewellery, fishing nets, and “tortas fritas”. apart from the pets for sale, that are trapped in cages so small it makes me sick to the heart, i’ve enjoyed endless hours wandering the markets.

one of my favourite things here is the Candombe, which is a typical kind of Uruguayan drum rhythm, with origins going back to the african slaves. each neighbourhood has its own candombe group, and, one evening a week, drummers and locals gather together in a big crowd and parade through the streets of the neighbourhood, dancing to the rhythm.

i am loving my spanish classes. half of the time we just chat in spanish and it’s immensely exciting and gratifying to be speaking a new language. i’ve impressed myself with how rapidly i am learning. i have never studied spanish before, but i must have subconsciously processed something growing up listening to my dad speak spanish to his family, and it’s finally beginning to surface from the back of my brain. i cant tell you what it feels like to be able to make friends now and converse with someone who doesn’t speak english. as my dad was born in uruguay i am also attempting to get a uruguayan passport, which will enable me to travel south america visa free. my one family friend here, Franco, has been invaluable in helping me settle in and get started on all the complicated processes towards obtaining citizenship. 

i’ve just spent the last week workawaying on a farm in Minas, two hours from Montevideo, i shall tell you all about it soon!

lots of love xx

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if it were meant to be.

as a dreamer, i have a terrible tendency to spend too much of my time imagining the near future and hoping for wonderful things, and as a consequence life often doesn’t live up to my expectations or wild fancies. but i can honestly say this one is a dream come true. thank you thank you divine universe! life could not be more peachy perfect right now. everywhere i go i am met with kindness and generosity, friends are falling from the sky, and everything that happens is as if it were meant to be.

my first five days with Alex’s family were wonderful. they took me for fancy lunches in vineyards, and sunset walks along ashen beaches, and galloping on horseback up to the tops of the hills.  most of all they made me feel safe and at home, so i could be ready to journey on alone, and for all these things i am grateful.

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final morning. Kitty cuddled me all night it was the best ever. 

i got a lift down to Wellington with this awesome and extremely generous guy, also called Alex, who i am very grateful to have met. Alex lives in Wellington and has travellers sleeping on his couch most nights, and so is a well-practiced tour guide. upon arriving in Welly that evening, he took us up to the lookout on Mount Victoria just before dropping me off at a backpackers. from there you can see a breathtaking 360 degree view of the entire city. i always do like arriving in new places at night; you get this vague and shadowy first impression, and then are able to wake up and see it all transformed in the light of the next day. it was truly magical to see the wide expanse of twinkling lights; the city shrouded in mystery, and waiting there for me, morning come, to explore.

Alex dragged me along to a gig later that night with his friends. i didn’t expect to be dancing and making friends and partying till 2am on my very first night, it was fantastic. i had been nervous about finding friends and things to do in Welly, but this gave me a lot of confidence about settling in and enjoying myself here. since then he’s been inviting me along to all kinds of things, like volunteering at a horse riding school, and offered me his couch to sleep on. he just seems to be taking care of me and making sure i’m having fun in this city. what a guy.

on my first day here i was exploring the main boulevard, cuba st, and a pretty boy smiled at me. i saw his cardboard sign that read “free hugs”, so of course i ran over and gave him two. his name was Francesco.  when i asked him why he was doing it he told me he’d had a bad day and wanted to cheer himself up by helping everyone else to be happy as well. i think thats beautiful. i thought, fuck it, i’ve always wanted to do this, and so i joined in with him for the next half hour. and it was marvellous.

yesterday Francesco and I met up again with a few strangers we’d hugged the day before, and did it all over again. so many people of all kinds stopped for hugs. we were met with so much enthusiasm, and even those who were too shy would give us a smile or a high five. by the end of the afternoon of hugging passers-by my cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and i felt positively giddy. i have witnessed and received so much kindness and generosity recently, it felt good to give and to pass the love on.  

currently i am staying with Jeffrey, my cuz once-removed, and great auntie Carroll. once again, i am moved by the wonderful way they are looking after me. it’s really nice hanging with Jeff, he’s a great guy, and getting to know this side of the family.

i have a job interview tomorrow at the intercontinental hotel. fuck. i don’t actually remember applying… 

so life is pretty good. i have been throwing myself at every single opportunity that presents itself, without hesitation, and so far it’s working cause i have no regrets. seriously, if you’re not enjoying your life enough, grow some balls and just go for it, don’t think about it just go for everything that’s out there, amazing things will happen. 

i am in awe of this wonderful world.

love you all. 

Yaramin xx