One the country roads of Virginia, in search of the mysterious Winston Chapel. A Virginian Romeo and Juliet tale comes to life.

I am talking about Uruguay and I am doing so excitedly and reluctantly. Excitedly because it's splendid in its un-promoted glory and reluctantly because I prefer that it remains so. We wanderlusters can be a selfish bunch. 

I found the novel in a small and stuffy bookstore in a not so little village, located somewhere in the upper right corner of the map of Bulgaria…