Punta Del Este!!!

So I had a ton of homework do last week, which I failed to plan for the weeks before so last week was just not a very good week. Needless to say, I wanted to get away and what better time than a 3-day weekend? So I packed my bag on Thursday afternoon and set off with three friends to Punta Del Este. Punta Del Este, along with Montevideo and Colonia, is one of the most famous cities in Uruguay. Many people call it the playground of the rich and famous because all of the extremely rich people from Buenos Aires go to Punta Del Este for vacation. I can vouch for this because I saw a lamborghini and a porsche while I was there this weekend. It's also rumored that the Clintons have a house in Punta Del Este, but I can't prove that one. The town consists of beaches and hotels and just about nothing else. We got there about two weeks after summer ended down here so it was pretty much a ghost town. We actually had to walk for like an hour and a half just to find a tiny little place that only made pizza, but we bought a meter of it and went home full and happy. It was so nice because we didn't have any sort of schedule or time commitments this weekend so whatever happened, happened and we went with the flow. The phrase of the weekend was "esta bien"(it's ok or it's all good). But if you're Julianne then you say, "stabien". The next day we rented bikes and rode around the rambla, which is the sidewalk that goes around the coast. It was beautiful and there was a nice sea breeze that kept us cool while we were riding. There's something wonderful and awe-inspiring about looking in one direction and seeing a seemingly never ending mass of water. Anyways, the rest of the weekend, we hung out at the beach and just relaxed. It was amazing and I'm finally dark enough to where I can get away with forgetting to put sunscreen on one day and not get burned, which is really nice because I forget pretty often. The man who ran the hostel that we stayed at was named Abel and he was very nice and spoke pretty good english, but there was one little nuance that he must have never learned. He always called us "boys" which means "chicos" in spanish, but he didn't get that girls means "chicas" so whether it was a group of guys and girls or just girls he always referred to the group as boys. It was so funny and now we have a new inside joke to tell. All in all this was a really amazing, much-needed bit of R&R before I leave for Spring Break next week.