Rusty got up at 6:30 so I went to open the side door for him. Then, instead of wandering off and sniffing he stood at the door staring up at me grinning and wagging his tail.
I admit I was grumbling as I looked for my Crocs and my glasses and my vest and my camera and my keys all while glancing at my scrunched up spot in the bed. But that’s been my life with Rusty, he keeps telling me to do things I don’t want to, and in disagreeing he proves me wrong.
Had I stayed in bed I’d have missed this, and you would have too. And he knows he’s right; so annoying.
Off we went first around the lagoon.
There was no traffic all night. It’s quieter here than you might imagine.
Summer time fun learning to Kite Surf. I can only imagine how crowded this place would be in December and January and February.
The bridge is the local government boundary line with Maldonado Department. The Rocha Department is well known around Uruguay as the place to go for the beaches. “You’ll feel good here,” is the slogan.
El Caracol is the fishing village, but I don’t know how good they feel. I thought they might just be fishing huts but I saw laundry drying on the line so I think at least some must be permanent homes.
What a glorious day it was. Not quite 70 degrees, sunny with a slight cool breeze.
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