We arrived in Punta del Este, Uruguay, late yesterday afternoon and took a short taxi ride to our rental apartment. As is often the case with any sort of online booking, you don’t know what you’re getting until you get there. The location is excellent. We’re on the eleventh floor of a high-rise near the end of the peninsula, on the edge of one of the oldest settled areas of Punta del Este. From our north-facing balcony, we can see the Plata River and the marina to the left side, and the Atlantic Ocean straight ahead and to the right.
However, the building itself is a bit run down, and the cleanliness of the apartment left something to be desired. This morning, in addition to picking up croissants for breakfast — by the way, croissants are called medialunas here, which I find rather charming — we picked up some cleaning supplies, and after a bit of work, all of which was done by Kathryn, the apartment smells Fabuloso fresh.
Today being Sunday, we also scouted out the Mass times at the nearest church, which happens to be a five-minute walk from the apartment. I’ve yet to find authoritative Mass times online for Uruguay, so we’ve settled for walking to a nearby church and looking for a sign on or near the door. Last week at the cathedral in Montevideo, we showed up at the posted time to find the doors locked and no priest in sight. I hope we have better luck today.
On the way back from our scouting walk, as we passed another high rise, we watched four young women jump out of a taxi, still in their club outfits. It was 8:30 am. I guess they don’t just party until dawn in Punta del Este; they party through dawn.