Leaving Uruguay was hard. The night before we left, the sunset spilled warmly onto the river's horizon. Children giggled as they slid down a hill on cardboard boxes. The next day we woke up early to make the most of our day before our ferry back to Buenos Aires. How can such old world charm still be alive and well today? I'm not sure, but I'm not complaining. What I loved so much about Colonia wasn't one thing in particular. It wasn't the calm waters of the Rio, which surroun
It was all Natascia's idea. Weeks before flying to Argentina, my friend had already decided we would visit one of the oldest towns in Uruguay. She needed to leave the country before her 90-day visa expired and heading to Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay, was a popular way to do so. Natascia asked if I would tag along to see what she described as an historic, charming town. Affascinante, she'd say in Italian. I agreed to go but didn't think about it much. I figured it would be
I'm Raquel. A 25-year-old Yale grad from New Jersey who recently quit a job in TV to see more of the world.