Ushuaia! (oo-SHWAH-e-ya) We are now in Argentina. Ushuaia is in that part of Argentina, Tierra del Fuego, that is nearly separated from the major part of the country. I was troubled over the strange spelling, and wondered aloud why they couldn't have spelled it more phonetically...and now I see that they did. I just hadn't learned to read phonetically!
I like Ushuaia. There is a rivalry between Ushuaia and Puerto Williams, as to which country,Chile or Argentina, has the southern-most city in the world. The Chilean village of Puerto Williams, southwest across the Beagle Channel, may be further south, but the Ushuaians counter by saying, Puerto Williams isn't a "real" city.
We went to a book store in Ushuaia. It was a multi-level building, built into the side of a steep hill. I wished my friend Maureen, from a multi-leveled book store in Tacoma, could have been with us. This book store was well organized like the one in Tacoma. We bought tango post cards, blank journals and a book on the history of the tango.
And we're off again.