Damn, it feels good to be solo on the beach. The breeze flows steadily from the southeast; it's beautiful, with the sun's streaking rays cutting through the thin frosting of clouds downward towards the sandy coast. This is no beach resort, this ain't no disco, no Caribbean coast, or tropical paradise; it's the Rio de la Plata, with clear plastic bottles, and plastic wrap entangled between river debris on the foamy shore line. Parts of glass bottles poke their necks out of the sand. My bag rests upon a layered brick ruin. A possible antique of the ancient Spanish empire. Colonia, a place of ancient beauty and intrigue; an antique slow paced lifestyle, filled with old-motos, automobiles and street signs. A blast straight out of the 1950's. A place with simple pleasures and everlasting charm. I let the sun beat down upon my face as I fall back into my thoughts. Moto engines race off in the distance. A conversation with some street artesians prior left me with questions about what attracts me to South America. But two aspects that truly appeals to me are the simplistic nature of living and relaxed attitudes of the people. What happens tomorrow isn't as important as what happens today. What's sweet in life cannot be attained without a little sour.
"La vida es para gozarla, la vida es para vivirla mejor." - Los Fabulosos Cadillacs
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