Remember how I said I wanted to ride a motorcycle thru South America? Well, today I did. Sort of.

I decided to pay an expensive boat ride to spend a day in Uruguay for a couple of reasons:

1) I wanted Uruguay stamped in my passport.
2) I had been in BA for 5 days and my head was about to explode.

So I woke up at 6 am to catch a morning boat ride to Colonia de Sacramento, a historic town about an hour away directly across the Rio de la Plata from BA.

The town was settled in 1500-something, and for centuries was handed back and forth between the Spanish and Portugese. It looked just a small town in Spain. It was nice.

But the highlight was when I decided to rent a scooter and ride thru the countryside. Its not a motorcycle, but it will have to do. The lady renting the scooters asked if I wanted a helmet. I originally said no because I wanted to be like all the other motorcycle riders riding around without helmets. But then I thought how bad it would be if I ended up in a South American hospital with a head injury. I opted for the cool topper with my scarf and aviator sunglasses.

I dragged the boardwalk, cruising by deserted bull rings and old Spanish mission homes. It was about 60 degrees and sunny. I practically felt like I was cruising the Santa Monica Boulevard, until I looked to my left and saw brown water. Yup, I’m in South America.