For someone who prides themselves on being so verbal, writing a study abroad blog is kicking my ass, creatively speaking. Every time I start a blog, I spend more time worrying about not writing than I actually do putting words on the screen. My goal is to not do that with this blog. I’m not going to let it stress me out, and I’m only going to hold myself to writing at least once every two weeks. I always tell people that I’m more into blogging for the web design than the actual, you know, blogging anyway. With all that being said, here are some life updates!

Last weekend, 25 of my closest friends and I took a trip to Piriápolis, a beach town about two hours away from Montevideo. I’m going to be honest: I’m still not sure I’m a beach person. It’s pretty to look at, but in practice, scratching sand out of my scalp three days later and shuddering at the memory of randomly crunching sand between my teeth is not very high on my priority list. I’m glad I’ve been able to tan my Mexican genes out of hiding, though, even if I did forget I had a band-aid on my leg one time which has left me with a two-inch, stark white oval on my leg. But I digress.

Our first stop was a castle, which was surrounded by some absolutely gorgeous trees and hills. I’m a sucker for some good trees and hills. We also stopped at a wildlife preserve on our way, where we were glared at by some very suspicious mountain cats.

I can’t think of a funny caption for this. I just thought it was pretty.
Exactly the kind of thing Kathleen loves
A totally context-less stretch of railroad tracks serving up senior picture realness

There was beaching. There was partying. There was an impromptu trip to the ocean at 2 a.m.

There was a hike up these hell stairs at noon the next day

It was also my first experience in a hostel, and it went super smoothly (partly because our group took up 95% of the hostel). After we left the hostel, we saw some boats (none of us are sure why we stopped here, but we just went with it).



There’s a joke here, but my mom reads this blog, so I’m not going to make it.

Before we headed home, we stopped at another beach…

This shot made the entire weekend even better, honestly.


…and some sort of landmark called El Águila.

Get it? Because it’s an eagle?
Not pictured: the “please don’t climb the eagle” sign.
Look, mom! I have friends!

And more than anything, there was cumbia. If you’ve never heard it, it’s a super popular style of dance music in this part of South America. I’m not going to say that I’m not a huge fan, because I don’t want to get deported from Uruguay. It’s not my usual style, but it definitely adds some local flavor to our nights out. Overall, I had a great weekend and am so grateful for all the new friendships that grew because of our time spent driving from one hill to another while whining about having to hike up said hills. I can’t wait to spend next weekend in Punta del Diablo with my #CumbiaPeople, especially now that I’m emotionally prepared for all the uphill climbing that may be involved.

Huh. I guess all that hiking was worth it after all.
After all, the best is yet to come.

7 thoughts on “#CumbiaPeople

  1. I can’t wait to see all of your adventures. I love all of your sarcastic comments because they’re hella funny, and I wish I could do that. You’re right about writing your blog, don’t let it stress you out, and don’t worry about updating us every so often (unless it’s required) because this blog should be for you. If you overthink it because you want everyone else to like it, it might be a disaster (I’ve done it, lol). Love your pictures, love your blog. Let me know if you need anything! Xoxo.

  2. Yes, Kathleen does like the castle and the striped purse. I may need one of those. Love your photos! Hoping cumbia grows on you.

  3. Love the Blog almost as much as we love you. Keep it going. The more pics the better.
    Somehow I knew your mom would love that striped bag.

  4. Looks like you’re having quite the adventure! Update us as much as you want to….classes & the important stuff come first ?

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