Reblogging this to our Uruguay Expat Life site from my personal Author Hub blog, Falling Off the Hemisphere. This will fit, somewhere, in my forthcoming book of the same title. Which is, for your info, highly political and opinionated, more so than what I normally post here or at our other sites within our Uruguay Expat Life / Uruguay For Me site network. But you can’t really discuss reasons for feeling more or less at home, reasons for expatriation/immigration, reasons why a place once visited becomes a place called “home”, without touching on the politico-economic issues of the Global North and the emerging Global South.
Here’s a snippet, with the rest at the link: http://www.fallingoffthehemisphere.com/2013/09/uruguay-feels-like-home/
When you come to Uruguay, it seems foreign. More so than the busy place from which you arrive here.
Welcome to Colonia and Glorious Uruguayan Progress, Compañeros!
Most English-speaking visitors get their first taste of my new country from a day-trip by ferry out of Buenos Aires, that chaotic, dirty, noisy, uproarious, wonderfully gigantic capital of tango and drama.
As such, the quiet cobblestone streets, the Portuguese colonization ruins, even the Deco-like naked female muse of a mural on the main street of the new part of Colonia del Sacramento, feel like stepping into “the real South America”, some gringo daydream of “the other”. The pervasive smell of the wood fires, from richly pungent woods like eucalyptus and “leña colorada”, burning year-round for both cooking and heating, making it “smell like Uruguay”, as a uruguaya friend of my family once said.
But that’s judging the USA by Plimouth Plantation or Colonial Williamsburg, sans period-costume actors doing “recreations”…
Continue reading at FallingOffTheHemisphere.com.