Uruguay

A ferry ride from Buenos Aires, across the Rio del Plata, you arrive on the shores of Uruguay. A beautiful long drive north of the port and you arrive in paradise: Jose Ignacio. Miles from everyone and everywhere. There is only one 10 room hotel in town, 2 restaurants and a few shops all accessable by bicycle. This is paradise and we have definately gotten away from it all. But who do we meet the first time we hit the local beach front restaurant, yep, a Boxer.

He was a confident handsome guy so we named him Santiago after our suave hotel manager. It was a cold day so Santiago snuggled into the sand outside the restaurant. He did get a little frisky with a fancy Schnauzer on a leash who dared walk onto his beach. Like other South American Boxers Santiago only got frisky, not agressive. He came running when he saw food in hand. He ate half my fish for lunch. He was not wanting for food and must have lived nearby. Santiago was something else, very macho with a heart of gold. We never saw him again after this very, very long lunch at La Huella in Jose Ignacio.