I know I have found the right man, when instead of buying me jewelry or flowers, he takes me on a trip! Lucas wanted to do something special for me while I was in Argentina, so he decided to whisk me away to Uruguay for a couple of days. We needed a break from wedding planning and Colonia was the perfect respite. It had been many years since I had been in Uruguay and for both of us city dwellers it was a breath of much needed fresh air. There are two ways to get to Colonia from Buenos Aires: the “fast boat” (Buquebus) or the “slow boat” (Colonia Express). We decided to try the latter and were quite impressed. Even though I have a soft spot for Buquebus (it really does live up to its glamorous reputation), in the future I think I will still continue to use Colonia Express, as it was comfortable, efficient, and inexpensive.
In one hour’s time we were in another country, surrounded by a town whose crumbling beauty oozed romance from every crack and crevice of its narrow, winding cobblestone streets. Colonia is a quaint city with lots of character. It is very small and can easily be seen in less than five hours, making it the perfect day trip from Buenos Aires.
Before we set off on our walk, however, we needed to nourish our stomachs. And this colorful place called out to us as we strolled by:
After an overdose of gnocchi, we set off to explore. You know you have encountered a special place when everywhere you look is a photo opportunity. Colonia is definitely a photographer’s paradise.
It is typically a sleepy place, although you will find tourists here and there. The unpretentious port town is a picture of gently rocking battered fishing boats, sun bleached pastel colored homes, and church bells ringing in the distance so that you will never forget the time. The shopping is limited, but there are a few stores worth checking out.
The best way to see the town is to put down your map and simply get lost. Trust me on this! Then we heard the church bells chime twice, signaling that it was time to check into our bed and breakfast. . .