When you want to get away from everything and enjoy the simplest pleasures in life, Brazil is always the answer.

From chaotic and lively downtown to luxury pool hotel. An Acapulco experience.

Though I wouldn’t call myself adventurous, I have a flair for the unexpected,

for wandering down strange alleys and deserted beaches and going to the other side of the sand dune

to see what lies behind.

No, this is not a post about how wonderful it is to travel round the world. It is about the death of children, the most unnatural of all unnatural things upon our ailing Earth.

When my friend Sergio, who was organizing the Fest told me that our preview was going to be shown at Fundacion Atchugarry, I didn’t think much of it. I had never heard of the place, though the prospect of it being en route to beautiful Jose Ignacio and in the middle of the country sounded very appealing.

Sometimes, when you have been going to a place your whole life, you tend to take it for granted. There is a tiny beach spot on Uruguay´s Golden coast where I spent all of my childood summers.

A surprisingly political poem of looking at a mountain range. (En route to Cuba)

We followed the drummers dancing like crazy. The llamadas consist of each group playing and dancing candombe and walking for some 10 blocks over a street called Isla de Flores. They start around the corner from my apartment, actually, but our seats were near the end of the line, so, when we followed the drummers as they exited the gates, police closed them behind us and said we couldn´t go back inside.

Ana couldn´t care less: she was going to be reunited with him, and nothing else mattered.

Every February 2nd, thousands of Uruguayans go to Ramírez beach in Montevideo to offer their gifts to the goddess of the sea and ask for her protection, for their secret crush to fall in love with them, for work, money, or whatever they may desire.

Punta Rubia: A place to enjoy the music of silence but close enough to fashionable (and crowded) spots like La Pedrera or Cabo Polonio.