|Outside the El Escoces|
|The grill ready for the meats|
|Steak and potatoes. The staple of the Uruguayan diet.|
Well, the wine never came. It was on my bill. And they were apologetic about removing it from my bill. Or at least they seemed apologetic I couldn't really tell with the "un poquito" Spanish I speak.
And then it hit me. Between no taxi at the airport. No tour guide at the Plaza Independencia. No tannat to go with my steak. And, worst of all, a steak that had the texture of chewing on a bunch of garden hoses held together by duct tape (albeit with a much better flavor) ... I'm not feeling the "vacation magic" on this trip.
"Vacation magic" is that euphoric feeling that all is perfect with your trip. It's that serendipitous feeling you feel when things don't go according to plan, but something even better and more wonderful than the plan happens. And I definitely felt that feeling of "vacation magic" in Panama. But not yet in Montevideo. Oh well. There's still most of the trip to go.