On Friday I saw my second concert with Pata, who knows the best of Uruguayan musicians. I ate raviolis in the taxi, having not eaten dinner yet at 10:30. Martin Buscaglia, the singer, used children’s toys ingeniously as instruments. After his show he spun the best (and only) hip-hop music I have danced to here. We danced until 5. Saturday I saw a horse race, but did not bet on it, on principle. Number 5 won. He was the favorite. I also watched an Italian chef film his beloved cooking show in the grand entrance of the hipodromo, or racetrack. Everyone in the crowd who tasted the final pasta dishes ate off the same fork. I did not join them. Yesterday I saw my first field hockey game, which is funny because I never imagined coming to Uruguay to watch a sport I never even watched in New England; my friend Ximena’s team won by 2. And finally this morning, before taking a dip myself, a watched a group of older women finish their pool aerobics class on the top of the Sheraton Montevideo–the majority of them wore hair nets.
July 1, 2008...3:04 am
Things I see, 2
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