Watching House Hunters International on HGTV: a young, unmarried couple in a long-distance relationship decides to move to Uruguay and live together for the first time. They've never lived on the same continent before, never been to South America, and neither one speaks Spanish. They can't agree on their budget, their basic wish list for an apartment, or anything else beyond wanting "an outdoor space." It's like watching a horror movie where the cocky captain of the football team is heading down the dark basement stairs to investigate that strange noise, and his flashlight won't work, but he thinks he sees someone down there so he presses on, asking, "Is anyone there?" THIS WILL NOT END WELL, is what I'm saying.
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