We take our quarters for the winter in Piriapolis, it’s quiet here and we have all we need, the harbor is well protected, we will be able to take some rest and prepare our following trip. We can already smell the Great South here. Many boats come from Antarctica, or are going to and Patagonia is nearly a place for wandering for Argentinians or other sailors. Spanish and italian cultures mix, complete and it’s hard to make the choice between the fabric of raviolis and fresh pastas , the asado or the paella. Everybody wander with his mate, old and youg ones, a thermos of hot water under the arm, the”calabaza” in hand.
Autumn is here, winter is coming. First big storm, first fire in the stove, polar suits are out and the animals down the quilt.
