Los Pinos y Los Fresnos.

Los Pinos y Los Fresnos estan debajo del mismo techo. Son plantas identicas pero invertidas. Techo de Zinc con cielo raso de madera. Al fondo de la propiedad, es la edificacion mas al sur, rodeada de potreros donde pastorean los caballos.
Tienen un garage portico donde uno puede guardar el auto y tambien sentarse y hacer un asado, pues tienen asadores moviles, sobre rueditas! Y mesa y sillas de Jardin.
Luego uno pasa al Living-Comedor con ventanales tambien a los potreros. Hay comodos sofas de cuero y una mesa comedor.

La cocina es independiente y tiene heladera, micro-ondas, horno y hornallas. Esta plenamente equipada con todo lo que uno puede necesitar para cocinar, (aunque si uno quiere salir hay restaurant requete cerca....como "Pacha y Mama" que esta a 800 metros. Y varios en Punta Ballena a 2 Kms.) Afuera en el portico de la cocina tenemos bacha y lavarropa.

Y dentrando mas a la casa tenemos el banio con ducha. Y luego dos dormitorios con dos camas y placares muy amplios.Si asi desean podemos cambiarles las camas gemelas por una cama doble king.
Hay otra habitacion a la cual se accede por afuera, donde hay una baulera muy amplia donde uno puede guardar bicicletas y eneseres para la playa.

Ofrecemos:
Ropa de cama y toallas limpias semanalmente,
Gas
Astillas para la parilla
Electricidad
Agua
Servicio de Mucama
Internet (En el Parillero)
Entorno de campo, pajaros cantando, terneros balando, gallo cantando a la madrugada y espacio para Ud. y su nin~o para jugar al football o andar en bici.
Todo por ochenta dolares diarios.

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El Cisne.

This was the first cottage built on the farm. I am not sure of the date for I was a baby at that time. But I would say 1943 or thereabouts. The name came from the swans found on Laguna del Diario, in droves, lots of black necked swans swimming placidly on the lake. My father lived here with us on weekends and holidays while he went building the rest of the farm. Being a civil engineer he knew what he was doing....and being extra-thorough of character he built with a sturdiness that people nowadays, when we recycle some building shake their heads in disbelief!


Dining room & Living Room






Fireplace in Living & part of the kitchen





Main Bedroom. There is wonderful cupboard space in this bedroom and lovely views onto fields with horses. There is another bedroom and above the latter an attic. And there is also a maid's bedroom and bathroom beside the kitchen. Principal bathroom below right.







October is Wisteria time! This pergola under which the
cars are parked in the summer, with exhuberant foliage, is
purely purple flowers in spring. Quite a sight. And in the
summer many a barbecue is cooked on the "parillero".
We offer in our package, wood for the barbecue, water, light,
maid service. Weekly changing of sheets and towels. This
cottage in particular sleeps 4-6 and a maid.

A little about Laguna del Diario. This lagoon is called thus because the horses that were used a great deal or on a daily basis for the garrison (colonial times) were allowed loose on the fields around the lake. The Sierra de la Ballena was hostile and they didn't climb up over it. So the daily horses were to be fetched from there. This is the translation for Diario. A diario means on a dialy basis. No meaning of newspaper fits this place name. All places in the countryside in Uruguay that are a Dead End are named Rincon. Thus the area where my father's farm was, was called Rincon del Diario. It is in disuse now. As another road has been built to access the area.
Back to the lagoon. When we were children there was allsorts of fowl on the lake. The most magnificent sight were the pink spoonbills. There were thousands of them. Truly a wondrous sight to see them steeped with their long legs in the lagoon, but particularly when the flock took to the wing....the pink colour was breathtaking.

My sister Sheila's stories!

The first since I started the blog and don't worry for nowadays no more hordes of flies!

This is back in the 1950s.There were sooooo many flies! Swarms of black flies! Very uncomfortable black flies! You couldn't eat out, for your elbows would be flapping to get rid of them and they would calmly walk all over your food as you tried to eat it.It was repulsive....Even more repulsive the "tragamoscas" that Daddy had found to solve the problem! They were large large jars of glass about 50cms. tall and with a special screw on top that allowed smells to waft out and flies to pour in....but they couldnt get out. What was put in there? Water and rotten lumps of meat....which rotted all the more in the sun and heat, and the smell and sight of them was horrific. You would have to be very careful to sit above wind of them.....
Sheila told me that once some chinese people came to visit, and they asked her what was produced on the farm. Her reply was "FLIES", they stared at her and were silenced but apparently impressed!
So there you are, Daddy in the '50s and '60s had tons of chickens stuffed into sheds....(that is another story) and he also had the dairy....where there was plenty of manure and logically...PLENTY OF FLIES.!!!

Los Limoneros.

This is Los Limoneros. I have written about it in Spanish. I hope it will help you practice this language....but I am always willing to send you the translation by email! This cottage has 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, kitchen dining livingrooms all integrated and outside a lovely porch to lounge on and a carport and parillero. The garden is ample with fruit trees, hence the name.

For the winter there is a wonderful fireplace in the living which keeps the whole house warm day and night! It is wonderfully cosy.

Los Limoneros por anios estuvo ocupado por el capataz. Y lo que ahora es la suite de planta baja era la oficina con salida hacia el exterior, una puerta que daba hacia el galpon. No tengo cuentos sobre esta cabania, tendria que preguntarle a mis sobrinos quienes son los que vivieron alli en el tiempo de Nona (como se hacia llamar Mama!)

Quizas sea una de las cabanias mas lindas...tiene la planta igualita a la de antanio, con una escalera preciosa con balustrada labrada que sube hasta los lofts. Esta totalmente reciclada. Techos, banios, cocina y tiene ahora una cochera y parillero. Lavarropa y lavaplatos. En su jardin tiene frutales, entre ellos manzano, lima, limoneros, granada e higuera.

I think perhaps you need a magnifying glass to read this letter from Andrea Gonzalez Pardo! But she and her husband have come from Buenos Aires various summers....perhaps the best phrase is "Es de destacar la hospitalidad de su gente y las comodidades del lugar que fueron desde ya fundamentales para disfrutar de tan agradable estadia." They have stayed in both Los Platanos and Los Limoneros.

Would you like to rent "El Sauce" this summer?

I lived in this cottage for many a year.....I brought my children up in it. Many a summer day was spent here. Many games were played on the front lawn : volley ball, deck coits, crocket! Many horses were brought to a halt on this front lawn and many tiny bodies cried out "Mummy Look!"

There was a willow tree bang next to the house, where in the 60's Pancho (hubbie) would make "asados" on the ground....things very simple at that time!
I remember sitting up against the willow tree one night, when there was a half moon up above and a warming blaze below and meat on the grill and serenity was the mood, amongst the grass, the flames, the embers, the bushes and the dim brick walls of the house....there we were, just enjoying all this until the meat was ready......when I chanced to look up at the branches above and saw 6 pairs of ears looking down at me, and in there where the shadows were, scintillating signs of little black eyes......ohhh how sweet I thought to myself...."Pancho what animal is that?".....I said lazily, and as Pancho was poking at the embers and tending to the sizzling beef and in a world of his own.....he barely heard me. So when I repeated and looked down to query and draw his attention to me, he looked up at me and then further up and gave one hell of a shout and leapt to his feet, much to my consternation....."Sweet my ......, haven't you ever seen an opposum, don't you know what an opposum is??? He bellowed as he belted into the house and out again with a shot-gun in his hands. Then legs spread out and gun pointing upwards : boooom, booom, booom..... and that was the end of the pricked little ears: the baby oppossums they were blown to smithereens and presently the mother also fell to the ground (in one piece)....a rather unpleasant beastie with lots of sharp teeth in a grimacing mouth: black and white striped hairy and smelly body and a horrible hairless tail. Ma oppossum and etc. were thrown into the 200lt. tank that was the rubbish bin at that time.....and we ate the beef ribs with Pancho going into lurid details of how oppossums attack chickens......He was brought up in a far more rural setting, really out in the wild west on an estancia called "Arerungua".......

Living Sauce y Cocina/Comedor Sauce.