Montevideo

Crossing the Rio de la Plata in a 13-year-old Embraer 190 that seemed to be in desperate need of some TLC, Anna and I luckily landed in the Uruguayan capital as planned and were immediately rewarded with stamps in our passports. 

I do not know what we expected, but with its many beaches and low inequality, it was an instant match as we set out for 16 kilometres of city jogging with stops at the Pre-Columbian and Indigenous Art Museum, Café Brasilero and the world-famous Escaramuza Libros bookstore. In many ways, Montevideo feels like a kinder and smaller version of Buenos Aires, and we are very much looking forward to tomorrow when we will have a full day here in Montevideo before taking the high-speed ferry back to Buenos Aires.