Rain was in the forecast so Adrián announced he would complete a couple of interior jobs in our van which kept us stationary till lunch time so we decided to postpone our visit to the mural city until Tuesday.
We use this basket to carry stuff most often fruit, but Layne wasn’t ready for me to credit down so she used a mess of sticky tape. Until Adrián came to the rescue. “I could have done that,” masculine me protested as he screwed it to the wall…”Not as nearly with such small screws,” my wife replied heartlessly as she scored her much improved galley. I had managed to glue together a main shelf in our fridge (that I accidentally cracked years ago) but the would was looking terminal so I asked Adrián for help. “I have just the thing,” he said.
There it is looking as ugly as sun but welded permanently (I hope) into the fridge door. RV fridges for sake down here which we have looked at find offer the sane useful spaces as our old Frigidaire does which is why we had it converted to 12 volts and wanted to keep the unique wide shelf in place. Plus the electricians are now finished and working so the bed platform got screwed down.
There is a very small bug persistent coolant leak in the engine which needs investigating and Adrián has some ideas about building a windshield drain to stop rain water overflowing into the engine in downpours. I figure we might as well use his problem solving skills while we are here. Meanwhile he spent Monday struggling with Robert’s external battery boxes.
The supermarket in Colonia Valdense is only five minutes away and Layne has become a local greeted by the butcher and the ladies at the bakery as she wanders around. Shopping in Uruguay is as expensive as the US except liquor which is cheaper by far. It’s weird how every country has its quirks. In Brazil we couldn’t find decent yoghurt; they have that Uruguay but they have no decent coffee- it’s all instant. We have the best selection of cheeses in South America and Uruguay produces some pretty decent wine. Meat is superb though nothing is really inexpensive. I have been missing biscuits for a while but lo and behold we found a very palatable version right here.
When we get back to the States, probably in 2028 we figure, I went to cross the border at Naco in Arizona which is a ten minute drive from the Bisbee Breakfadt Club where they serve dinner plate sized biscuits as I remember them with some excellent sausage gravy. I have been giving this some thought. Meanwhile in Uruguay at least I can get small biscuit sandwiches:
I spent the weekend being miserable in terrible but grateful Rusty was there to share it with me. I also noted the milestone of another D-Day which used to be less history and more a memory for the generation that preceded me.
I was astonished to read Secretary Hegseth took the occasion to make a political statement criticizing our allies who took exception. 
I grew up in a different world and find these momments of ceremonial international solidarity that meant a lot to the Greatest Generation have a very different meaning to those that come after me. Like Rusty I think I am officially old. But I retain the right to remember the past my way.
We old farts nap together.
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