Regardless of where I travel, one of the most asked questions I get is – “Do they have a McDonald’s?”

There is a McDonald’s in Montevideo, Uruguay. It wasn’t sought out, isn’t on my list of important things to do, but it is a cultural landmark that marks the landing of American habits to every corner of the world.

Walking in a newer part of the Old City, there is also contemporary architecture and even Art Deco structures like those in South Beach. There are even wretched warehouses here, in older areas, surviving from the early 1900’s and reminding me of Charles Dicken’s sweat shops with boarded up windows and big heavy padlocked doors.

This McDonald’s is not flashy but the familiar arches beckon me to come closer. Employees wear uniforms just like they do at home, freshly washed and ironed. Coffee is made in an expresso machine and costs two dollars a cup, cheap for Montevideo.

Sitting outside, at one of the benches under a grove of trees, I feel right at home.

We Americans have landed and planted our flag.

Wherever I go; There we are.

 

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