For Mom, Love Steve

With my homework done and a new fresh day, I headed off for my next stop, the Uruguayan premier beach resort of Puente Del Este.

After a little bit of free internet time via the wireless system in the food court at the bus terminal (a damn good idea for the people that incorporated it), I was on the bus for a short three hour ride to the town that the Buenos Aires people have deemed their own even though it is in Uruguay. A kind of a sore spot for Uruguayans, but the usual provado from BAers.
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I got up with the intention of heading out. I had all my bags packed, dropped off my big pack as I wanted to go by this internet cafe I found that said they could burn all my photos on to a couple of dvd’s versus the dozen of cd’s that I had to do before. The prior night I had stayed up getting it all organized and split up to fit perfectly on two dvd’s. When I went to the shop, it wasn’t open until noon, so I wasted an hour just wandering around and getting a chorizo sandwich for lunch. About 12:30pm the guy showed up and opened up. We got started right away with setting up my laptop onto their network. The guy actually knew what he was doing so that put my mind to ease. I spent the whole night creating a whole new copy of everything just in case they screwed something up.
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