The Day My Sister Ordered Toast… Without Prunes
Before Australia, before Switzerland, before parenting in three languages — there was Uruguay.
My dad was born in Montevideo, and as kids, we visited often. Most memories are blurry or borrowed from family photos. But one moment has never faded — mostly because my father still brings it up every chance he gets.
🇺🇾 The Breakfast Story That Won’t Die
We were at a hotel in Uruguay, nervously trying to order breakfast. None of us kids wanted to speak Spanish. Finally, my sister took the leap.
“Una tostada de jamón y queso?” the waiter confirmed.
She nodded with pride, then added, completely out of nowhere: “Without prune.”
No prunes on the menu. No prunes in sight. Just a panic-fueled improv that became family legend.
It’s funny how the tiniest awkward moments — especially across languages and cultures — become the stories we carry forever. They’re not just memories. They’re proof we were there, trying, adapting, becoming.
So go ahead. Speak badly. Ask weird questions. Order your toast… prune-free.
✈️ What’s one travel moment your family still laughs about? I’d love to hear it.
