And off to Uruguay

If the (I even can’t say ‘our’) marrige had last… it would have been the 40th anniversary. He went out on me, on us (the childeren and me), in our third year of marrige, 7th year of relationship. Proving: statistics are right. Ironically (is this the right word?), my father married his second wife on the same day, a few year later my sister got married on that day. Totally different reasons, but you might get the idea, that date has a bit bad karma for relations. Dealing with all kind of life lessons on this learning journey, this comes up.

Another day on the bus. It’s a long way from Rio to Montevideo, Uruguay. I had to change buses in Florianopolis, anyway. Thus, I decided to stay a night,  between two nights in the bus. 

Leaving the apartment felt a bit strange.
Anyway. At the terminal, I had enough time for a video call. The bus, again, was comfortable, enough space and quiet. Very quiet. At sunset (6PM!), everybody went to sleep. How do they do that? Next to me, a family with a girl of about 4 or 5 years old. When I tried to turn on my reading light, she became active, again. While her parents went to sleep. Not an option, though. The bus stopt every 2 hours or so, twice longer for a meal, and sometimes on random places, maybe, when the driver got tiered?
Enjoyed the landscape as long as possible, had a film downloaded on the iPad, that killed some time after dark. And replayed my playlists as often as I could stand it. Last solution: getting some sleep myself.