The Complaints

We sat in the rickety old van we rented in Montevideo cruising along the Uruguayan highway. From the backseat, I admired the angled tree trunks with green leaves exploding far into the sky. Farms paraded past us one after the other. The sun bathed us through the windows. Throughout the ride, when she wasn’t asleep,…

The Primas

I walked alongside three of my second cousins, down a suburban street in Montevideo, Uruguay. I was trying hard to play it cool, to act like I belonged, even though on the inside, I felt I stuck out like a sore thumb. I didn't know their culture, and I barely knew their language. Naturally, I'm…