By: Mimi Lipson

Everything I see now, I think: will I ever see this again?

By: Mimi Lipson

I fantasize about stowing away in Ciudad Vieja.

By: Mimi Lipson

If I had the whole day, I would not tire of being in the hospital.

By: Mimi Lipson

Whatever else I do, I am looking at stuff on the walls.

By: Mimi Lipson

I’ve never taken any kind of dance class, and it seems a little crazy to start with tango.

By: Mimi Lipson

Javier tried to explain Foucault to me, but I am too dumb.

By: Mimi Lipson

Sometimes you have to get off the bus and walk.

By: Mimi Lipson

Everything looks familiar from a distance and less so on approach.

By: Mimi Lipson

I gave in to the gathering surge of traveler’s love.

By: Mimi Lipson

Before learning that I would be outbound to Montevideo, I had barely thought of Uruguay.