these past few weeks in canelones & nearby have been busy, but so good. we’ve seen close to 20 bodegas, have gotten to hear their stories & spend time with the winemakers & families at each one. i’ve held back a little on sharing, only because david will share quite a bit soon, but we’ve loved getting to know these people & see a small glimpse of who they are & how they love what they do. the winemakers could not be more hilarious or different…all either 3rd or 4th generation from france, italy, or spain. some loud, all passionate, some really deep & too philosophical for us to follow (in spanish anyway), and all the happiest in the dirt, near their vines…they love what they do.
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farmer’s market
every week near us…i love shopping this way & have loved getting to go.
we’ve been living on peaches & butternut squash. and eggs…alot of eggs. for the first couple weeks, we didn’t know where to buy meat, so we bought eggs at the market & made them poached, scrambled, fried… we’d look at each other towards dinner & start laughing…well? want to make eggs again? ..that sounds great. how do you think we ought to cook them tonight?? oh…well, what are you feeling like? it wasn’t too long after, we found a place for meat & fish, and haven’t made eggs again since..
this morning
david & i were laughing so hard watching this mattress hoist…i dunno…it seemed funny this morning at least. we always see the most random things, like the other day, down the middle of the freeway, a guy walking & balancing a wheelbarrow full of oversized sticks…straight down the road. i don’t think it’s a big deal here…and i never thought about what you’d have to do to move, when you live on the fifth floor of an apartment with an elevator that can only fit you and a toaster…but this would be it.
a month in montevideo
it’s 7:45 in the evening, the sun is still bright but softening, and the streets are finally still & quiet outside. shutters are opening & people are coming out to spend the evening on their balconies again. i have a little time before dinner & all week i have been meaning to get this written down so i don’t forget.
two & a half years ago, i can remember the day, i remember david asking me if i thought he could make it in the wine industry. a week later, he’d bought every wine book available to man. within days he’d finished & for the next year, he read cover to cover & cover to cover, and taught himself everything he could. i’ve never seen anyone come so alive, so quickly, and the past two & a half years have been the best, to watch him be alive & learn & change. that year ended, he changed careers & we moved california, where he first tasted uruguayan wines. i won’t ever forget. he came home the day he tasted them more excited than i’d ever seen. and now, after thinking, processing, weighing our next steps, hundreds of cups of coffee, i’m sitting across from him in a tiny apartment in uruguay, overlooking a small stone street, at the end of a week meeting with winemakers, beginning to import uruguayan wine.
a week ago, i was trying to cram eight pairs of shoes into a suitcase…really i only needed two. a year ago, i could have never anticipated where we’d be. 
the view from our apartment in ciudad vieja. it’s a short walk to the ocean from here.
every evening the old man living on this corner balcony looks out over the street in his underwear.
this door is my favorite, on the way to the beach…i would like to make an offer on it.
our grocery store below us, where milk comes in bags…i have renewed appreciation for milk cartons now. on tuesdays & fridays, there’s a farmer’s market at the end of our street where we get lots of good things.
a street nearby…everything here reminds me so much of europe. the architecture, old trees, shaded streets, the markets…but more chill.. & people drinking mate everywhere.
so far we love it. we have a full week of meetings again with producers this week & i will have more soon. xo





















