Una historia de unas gringitas (A story of some white girls)

Alright, so I'm getting bored with the same old blog posts, so I'm switching it up today. Here is a little story I composed about my experiences yesterday.

There were two gringas who were living in Buenos Aires. They decided to take a day trip to Colonia, Uruguay. They had heard it was a nice little town with several things to see and it could be easily done in one day. They were also looking forward to getting yet another infamous stamp in the ole passport.

The girls boarded the Buquebus at 8:30am. The Buquebus is a large sea vessel that the girls compare to the Titanic. It has several levels. The bottom level is for cars and other vehicles to ride across the water. The 2nd level is for first class and it houses a couple of restaurants and stores. The 3rd level is for the tourist class and the upper deck is used by smokers. It took 3 1/2 hours to get from Buenos Aires, Argentina to Colonia, Uruguay.

Upon getting off the boat, the gringas saw something that caught their eye: golf carts for rent. Since they only had about 4 hours to spend in the town, they decided it would be worth their while to rent a golf cart. Plus, what's more fun than driving around in a foreign place which appears to have no driving laws? The gringas set off in their golf cart for the adventure of a lifetime. After eating lunch, it began to rain. Not a drizzle, not even a sprinkle nor a light rain, but a downpour from the heavens. This little twist of fate made driving all the more interesting for the gringas. They went around looking at the different colonial houses and cobblestone streets. They went to an artisan fair and to look at a couple of docks. By this time, the gringas were completely soaked from walking and driving the golf cart in the rain. They were soaked head to toe, soaked through shoes and socks, and even through wool coats.

The gringas decided they needed some new clothes for the boat ride back. Neither of them were interested in riding 3 1/2 hours in clothes that were beginning to mildew. They located the nearest mall on the map and headed off in the golf cart. The mall was located down the highway from where they currently were. Being the crazy North American tourists they are, the gringas decided, against their better judgment, to drive the golf cart down the highway. So, there they were, hitting a maximum speed of 15mph while all the other cars zoomed past them at about 60mph, smiling and waving like dumb gringas!

Upon reaching the mall, the only affordable clothing store the girls found was actually a grocery store that had an aisle of clothes. After purchasing pants actually made for 7 year old boys, the gringas made their way back to board the Buquebus to return home.

While on the Buquebus, a storm happened, which produced torrential waves. The boat rocked back and forth wildly the entire ride home. One of the gringas (who shall remain nameless) vomited on the Buquebus. There is no better way to draw more attention to a gringa!

Finally, the gringas arrived safely back to Buenos Aires. The day was full of surprises and adventures. And, as the gringas always say here in Buenos Aires: There's never a dull day!