Most of the day has been light rain, medium rain, heavy rain. There are puddles and water moves down streets finding lower ground. It is not cold but you still need a light jacket. I improvise with a shirt over a shirt.

“We were in the eighties last week,” Jesper tells me, pouring us a Monday afternoon cup of coffee at his desk in a fancy Ciudad Vieja office close to the Port. He talks about the old city versus the new city, how he and his wife moved in early and are now moving into commercial sales in addition to property management.The studio where I stay for this journey is owned by one of his clients and Jesper manages it as a favor for him.

The old city of Montevideo, he says, is a hub of economic activity, a place where ships bring goods, government buildings abound, museums are on most every street and lawyers, accountants and young professionals snap up every place that is renovated. This Port area has been neglected but his investment group is bringing people and business back to the neighborhood.

“I am from Denmark,” he continues, “and my wife is from Argentina. She is in New York on business …”

The office is spacious. There is art on the wall and Gabriella told me, when I walked in, in English and Spanish and hand gestures,that a woman will be in to clean my rented studio on Friday, the 7th.

Travelling and weather hold hands like high school sweethearts.

A nice rain is nice no matter when and where.

It washes away our sins.

 

 

 

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