Tara and I having an Air Soft Gun fight with my brothers. *My mom had a conference for all her sister missionaries while we were there. We had all kinds of things going on and it was really awesome to meet all these women. (See my cute mom in the upper left hand corner.)
My dad took us to a resort town about an hour and half up the coast. It was called Punta del Este (it supposedly had a lot of sharks!) There is this odd, odd, odd sculpture of a partial hand sticking out of the sand.
I tried to get Austin to wade with me. He came to enthusiastically but tripped and fell in. He was not happy after that. 
About two seconds before the wave hit us and Austin freaked out.
At an overlook on the way to Punta del Este.
A little fisherman's hut on the coast, in the back ground, downtown Montevideo.
The fisherman. He was like eighty-five.
Tara and I on the beach.
There is a boardwalk (called the Rambla) that goes from one end of town to the other. It is a beautiful way to see the city.
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Wow! So pretty. Reminds me a lot of my mission (Brazil). Those sister missionaries are beautful!!
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