|Beach front real estate in La Paloma|
|Side streets of La Paloma|
|Faro de Cabo de Santa Maria|
It's got a functionally-placed lighthouse, the Faro de Cabo de Santa Maria. Perhaps I'll climb it. Mañana.
|Whale skeleton right in the middle of the main drag|
|The Atlantic Ocean, and the rocks of La Paloma's beach|
|The sandier part of the beach|
Unfortunately, this is the off season, and like beach towns in the USA used to be, things close in the off season. And sadly unfortunately tragically, the ice cream buffet is one of those things. Cerrado por la season. In all seriousness, if this town really had an ice cream, and not just an ice cream parlor called "Buffet Ice Cream," this place would be like the Hotel California for me. I could check out anytime I want, but I could never leave.
Speaking of checking out, I checked into my hotel.
|The UY Proa Sur Hotel|
I had dinner at the Hotel Bahia Resto, which is the gourmet room in town. It's also open all year long, which is muy importante.
|I'm eating fish. In Uruguay. Praise be!|
I'm going to digress and talk about the Uruguayan diet. It's like the Pennsylvania diet from the 1970s. Steak and potatoes and rolls and pastries. The only real difference is Uruguayans are really into small croissants. But let's just call them Pillsbury crescent rolls and you have good eatin' right out of Pennsylvania 1974. The meats are excellent in Uruguay. But the produce? This isn't what Uruguay is about. There are some fruits on the breakfast, but the quality is nothing special. (With the exception of the orange juice being consistently orange-y tasting. Much better than the bland mass-produced stuff we drink back home.)
So the bed of fresh vegetables upon which my fish filet laid? Mostly carrots. The few strips of green were probably zucchini. As I said, this country is meat and potatoes country.
|Flan de coco|