Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay

After three weeks of traveling, Dylan and I were ready to come back home from our honeymoon. We spent every single moment of our honeymoon together and we were amazed we didn't kill each other.

Although we have been very close...

Remember the time where we stayed at the mildew infested pousada in rainy Paraty. There's nothing romantic about ultra humid conditions, rain and a mildew smelling room.

I also failed to mention that he accidently locked me in our room for 2 HOURS in Rio de Janeiro while he was downstairs drinking cachaça with other travelers.

Then, there's times like these:

Finding out that there's nothing designer about our design hostel. What we thought was a double bed, was in fact a twin bed times two. Frustrated and cranky, we ended up taking it out on each other. When Dylan rolled over to make amends, our beds came crashing through. Holy sh*t. I thought moments like these only happen in the movies.

Whenever we hit rock bottom moments where life seems so irritating, we simply stepped away. During our honeymoon, we've learned to leave frustrating situations in order to remember what's really important, like eating steak. So the next day we booked a buquebus ferry ticket to Uruguay.

While Dylan was catching up on some sleep on the ferry, I had the chance to enjoy my Argentine snacks as we crossed the Río de la Plata to get to Uruguay. Good morning alfajores! Along with a daily intake of grass-fed steaks in Buenos Aires, I was addicted to sweet, creamy dulce de leche.

Like any of our other trips, we didn't really plan anything ahead of time. When we reached Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay, we decided to rent a scooter. But then, for some sick sick reason, we decided we wanted this crazy looking vehicle instead. Why? Honestly, I really don't know. It was hideous.

Regardless of our horrid-looking vehicle, Dylan and I were at peace cruising the quiet tree-lined avenues in Colonia del Sacramento.

Asado (barbeque) is Uruguay's national dish since the country is able to raise large herds of cows all on extensive grass-fed ranches or campos. Ideal weather, lush land and a small population of people have put Uruguay on the grass-fed beef map. Watch out Argentina.

If you had one meal in Uruguay, it has to be at an asado. Asados in Uruguay use wood to cook the meat, a time consuming process for the el asador (hot man pictured above).

We ordered the Asado Especial ($195 Uruguay Peso = $10 USD) which came with pretty much everything in and on a cow.

Starving.

$10 USD for a tray of grassy deliciousness. Steak makes everything better.

Like every country we visit, Dylan is always searching for liquid sodium aka Maggi sauce. He didn't find Maggi in Uruguay, but happened to find these Panceta bouillon cubes.

Eating, drinking and being married. I'm pretty sure I can do this forever.

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