Happy Saturday everyone.
Today I am joining in with “What Pegman Saw,” which is a weekly 150-word flash fiction challenge and the location this week is Uruguay:
Here is the photo prompt:
Disappointed No Mas (word count: 150)
What a disappointment!
I am using up a visa in Paraguay when I meant to visit Uruguay. I guess this is what happens when you hurriedly book with a cheap, online overseas travel company: lost in translation.
I planned to explore Montevideo and write a report about the unique lack of extreme poverty across most of Uruguay. I was going to film parts of the old city, Ciudad Vieja, and photograph the art deco, steak eateries, and vendors.
Instead of Uruguay’s beach-lined coast, I’m near a shallow river writing about culture.
However, I will be getting a big splash of Uruguay. Turns out, my roommate is a Gaucho. He invited me to steak dinner and said he’d love to share stories about living the Uruguayan countryside.
Sometimes things work out just the way they need to happen. Often, the best experiences come from detours and mistakes.
Disappointed no mas.
Thanks for reading Priorhouse fiction today.
I wanted to do a case of mistaken travel place because there are some relatives in my family (on my mother’s side) who make small little mistakes often. I recall my dad talking about it when I was little, but I did not understand. Later on I did. I guess some people are just prone to mistakes and sometimes it is genetic – or my dad would say…- hah!
I also wanted to remind us all that quite often the detours in our lives – or the mistakes – can lead to great things. And for me, the detours (and constant delays) have become a beautiful part of the fabric of my unique story.
Lastly, the summer I met my spouse, I lived in Arvada, CO (outside of Denver) and my housemates were two men (all platonic). One of the guys was a cowboy from Wyoming. I was actually moving out when he moved in and so we only lived together a month, but he was a true cowboy through and through. The gaucho that came up with my Uruguay searching reminded me of my old pal. When I moved out, I bought this little pack of mini cowboy hats and decorated his room. Ahhh, good times.
A little closing info:
“The Uruguay Gaucho has held an important and symbolic role in the hearts of the people of Uruguay. To many of fervent nationalists the independent and loyal gaucho is the one symbol that sums up how they view themselves. These range riding, cowboys are perceived as having the freedom and courage to make their way through life by holding fast to their own ideals and beliefs. These horseback riding men are heroes. The gaucho has frequently been used by writers to give a human face to the fight against corruption.”
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