Red Wine, Lamb Chops, and a Walk Through an Old Town
Heather Markel, Writer, Speaker, Photographer, Traveler, Business Strategist
“A self-reflective walk through time
thoughts meander with the digestion of wine.”
– Heather Markel, June 2019.
I’m walking down a random street in the Old Town of Montevideo on a Sunday afternoon. The streets are fairly vacant, storm clouds swell in the sky, there are some vagabond-looking people in the street that may possibly mean it’s not a good idea for me to walk alone. My body, however, is full of 2/3 of a bottle of red Uraguaian wine so I feel invincible and if they want my bag, life will go on. I’m focused on the amazing architecture and colors which removes my focus from whether the people between them might mug me.
Enjoying wine and lamb with a new friend from Brazil.
Earlier in the day I took a tour of the city. They didn’t have an English tour so I took the Spanish one. Can you believe the guide, from Uruguay, apologized to me for not speaking English? I’m of the mindset that I should apologize if I don’t speak the local language, so find the apology unecessary though very endearing. I meet a mother and daughter from Buenos Aires and we bond over tales of Argentina, and another single woman, Gabriella, from Sao Paolo, Brazil. She got divorced a month ago and is still recovering. She’s appreciative of a single woman friend, and asks me to join her for lunch. That’s where I have the red wine – Gabriella has a special coupon for her meal and it comes with a glass of wine, so that leaves me drinking most of the bottle, not that I mind. I accompany it with a delicious French rack of grilled lamb chops. An elderly couple is seated next to us and something about their energy attracts me so I start talking to them. After Gabriella leaves for her flight back to Brazil I stay for a coffee with them and learn they have been together for 20 years. They’re from Uruguay, elsewhere than Montevideo, where they live now. They are impressed with my Spanish. 🙂
“Ah, the power of red wine….”
For another adventure, I got my hair highlighted in Buenos Aires. Though the hairdresser spoke English really well, I made the mistake of presuming we both thought of highlights as random small streaks of lighter hair color. I end up with a totally new hair color. I’m not sure I like it. I realize that in the past I would have cried, freaked out and run to another hair salon to get it fixed. Now I see it as one more bump in the road. And, it might not even be a bump. In a couple of weeks I might like it. And, if I don’t, I can worry about it then.
Old Town, Montevideo, Uruguay.
Photograph by Heather Markel. Copyright 2019