#It's actually an ad for an art event/museums. It's pretty cool
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Saw an ad on my way to work:
They might as well be advertising Wellcome to Night Vale in here
#It's actually an ad for an art event/museums. It's pretty cool#Sorry for the shit quality. It was dark and I was in a rush#My bleps#wtnv
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Sonia Paulino Love Outbound to Montevideo, Day 14
Friday: I met with Irene Müller, art historian and director of Cultural Programs at Uruguay's Goethe Institute, and enjoyed a very engaging conversation about a great many things. Topics included: the opportunity for parody and political criticism with Carnival, the commitment and endurance of Carnival performers, the global age-old fascination with masquerade, approaching a new era of diplomatic strategies, decolonization, systemic racism, the perils of climate change, and the purpose of art in culture / art is culture.
A while later I took a bus out to Prado, an historic neighborhood on the west side of Montevideo, to meet a guid for a 2.5 hour walking tour with temps in the HIGH 90s HOT HOT HOT. We also had engaging conversation about a great many things, while we walked and walked and walked past various monuments and various gardens. Topics included: Shakira, cicadas, his leashed cat, potential faux pas regarding slang for private parts, fast fashion, globalization, Uruguayan exports, and the country's initiatives in legalizing human rights and embracing of diversity. The tour ended with a walk-through of the Blanes Museum exhibits ranging from a large gallery of paintings by the museum's namesake, 19th Century realist painter Juan Manuel Blanes, through to a contemporary show of mixed-media works addressing current social and political issues.
Afterwards, on the bus to the beach to observe "lemanja celebrations" in honor deities of water and nature, I was accosted by a young lady Christian evangelist, and found the encounter ironic and annoying. In answer to her badgering I said that yes I know that [capital G]od loves me because my mami tells me every day. That might have been a bit harsh, making for an awkwardly silent twenty minutes before she got off with a curt “tenga buen dia”.
I came across the stage for performances and speeches for the celebration's 30th Anniversary and, exhausted, stayed from 7-9pm wondering when they were going to take the show down to the beach for all the fanfare I'd heard about. It's not until now, looking stuff up online as I write this, that I've learned I mistook the staged performances for the event and stuff was happening down below at the beach across the highway and la rambla the whole time, and that I pretty much missed the actual Iemanjá for a simulation (insert laugh-cry emoji here).
Saturday: Early start to avoid THE SUN Villa Biarritz Flea Market sparsely attended
Museo Zorrilla Museum from there with a detour through a different mall. Ate a snack bar in the back gardening enjoyed the company of plants.
Had a chat with a woman at the bus stop on the way home for a quick cool off and respite from the harshest time of day. “Aqui no hay nadie!” she said, referring to how quiet it is in town and explained that during the summer people head out to other beach towns on the weekends. My bus finally arrived and she started up with someone else who had shown up.
Back out late afternoon for Castillo Pitamiglio. Bit of a tourist trap. The place is creepy enough as is without the added spooky music soundtrack. I hope he and his mom got along. If you’re one who believes in ghosts, you might still find her in her bedroom.
Sunday: As in New York City, public transportation here is unpredictable on Saturdays and completely unreliable on Sundays. An ordinarily crowded bus was practically empty and so rattly my eyeballs shook.
I spent more time getting to the tournament and back then watching the matches, but, once arrived, the Davis Cup at Lawn Tennis Club in the tawny far-east neighborhood of Carrasco was a pleasure. I know very little about tennis, but even I could tell it was excellent play. It was such a relief to not have to speak or listen, worry about when and how to get to the next event, or be concerned about fatigue or forlornness. The small sections of bleachers were all fully exposed, so another day of THE SUN. Still, it was a pleasant and gratifying experience, very much in the moment, with an occasional passing cloud or ocean breeze that had me almost fall asleep.
Considering the casual bus schedule, chores to do at home in preparation for an overnight trip, and my weekly catch-up meeting with Javier & Valentina, I left before the final match.
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