The Carrasco International Airport (Montevideo, Uruguay) is an enormous emotional landmark.
A place where time stands still, I move through the immigrant motions of feeling l am leaving home, returning home, en route to a strange land, leaving a strange land.
Altogether.
Belonging to two places takes a toll. So far, I am happy to pay the price.
Here is to all the bicultural travelers, journeying forward or moving back.
Cheers
