If you’re anything like myself, you’ve got bulging pecs and a pretty solid working knowledge of Uruguayan agriculture. Horn nuts, sheath berries; There is an entire universe of Uruguayan fruits and vegetables that you’re probably unaware of. I could gerrymander on about Uruguay all night, but the point that I’m trying to make is this:

The Whynatte Has Become an International Sensation

Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and wonder if I’m unknowingly running an international hostel. Like a haj to mecca, people from all over the world are showing up at my doorstep at odd hours, and asking to take part in the tradition of the Whynatte. I don’t know if it’s the time difference that brings them to me at 4am, or if it’s simply the undeniable call of the latte.

On this particular evening, I was roused by a Uruguayan and an Argentine. While some of you may thrilled by the prospect of a strange man from Uruguay knocking on your door in the middle of the night, this sort of thing has become a regular occurence in my neck of the woods.

Needless to say, I woke up my assistant Whitney, and the two of us got to work preparing a few middle of the night Whynattes for our traveling visitors.

Whitney, on the far left. Ingrid, from Argentina, in the back. Luis, from Uruguay, on the far right.

Luis, with the look of ultimate satisfaction. This man didn’t travel on the back of a mule through two continents for nothing.