Nostalgia tours

Last month I visited Uruguay for the second time since I moved out. The first time I visited I took my German boyfriend, who also wanted to trade a winter month for a summer one, and spent most of the time introducing him to everyone and showing him around in what I sometimes call a nostalgia tour. I am proficient at nostalgia touring. Doing it with someone else is always a bit disappointing, because, although they can, if you're good at talking about it, understand what you feel about things, most of the time they can't also feel it. Doing it alone is something else entirely, and depending on some tenuous circumstances it can be (kind of) pleasant or full on masochism. This time I went to Uruguay alone, and it was full on masochism. If you've lived in the same city for 28 years there's a lot in it to trigger memories. And I walked around the city triggering the memories, and then standing still for a few minutes until they made me cry, and then moving on to the next spot in the…