Month: August 2025

Along the Coast of Uruguay: Sand in Our Shoes – Faro de José Ignacio & Punta del Este & Beyond

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After a three-day road trip through the colonial towns of Colonia del Sacramento and Carmelo, then the rural farmlands of Minas and ranchlands of Gorzon, the amount of activity around the traffic circle in Faro de José Ignacio took us by surprise. We had reached civilization again! Not that it was really busy, but literally more cars had passed us in the last five minutes than the last three days, as we pulled into the small collection of shops along Rt10, which leads up from Punta del Este. Some fruit and supplies were gathered for our four night stay at Casa Franca from the Devoto Market, a well-stocked, but typical beach town store that benefits from a captive market. A few doors down the Panadería José Ignacio, a popular bakery, has a very nice selection of bread, pastries and tasty delectables. They also have a pizza and sandwich counter along with tables for eating outside on their terrace. We returned every morning during our stay for fresh from the oven delights.

Folks parked along the road followed sandy paths across the dunes to the beach. The sails of kite surfers filled the sky as we passed the Laguana de José Ignacio, a freshwater lake separated from the South Atlantic Ocean by a sandbank, which it breaches when it rains too much.

Surf pounded against the Playa Balneario across from our host Daniel’s guesthouse in the tiny hamlet of Santa Mónica, only 5km (3mi) west of Faro de José Ignacio, but a sea change in tranquility, compared to our earlier shopping experience. His wife and children waved from their balcony as his friendly dog energetically greeted us. Daniel helped take our bags to our room, which was located through a private entrance to an extension on their home with three other guest rooms. While our chic petite studio didn’t face the ocean it did thankfully have a shaded porch, where we spent many hours.

After settling in we headed to the lighthouse in José Ignacio, located on thumb-like peninsula that juts into the South Atlantic. Its 32m (105ft) tall lighthouse has guided sailors off this treacherous reef coast since 1877.

While Punta del Este has been promoted as a beach resort for wealthy Argentinians and Uruguayans since the early 1900s, and is now known as the “Ibiza of Uruguay”. José Ignacio remained a quiet isolated fishing village without running water or electricity, as the coastal road from Punta ended at the Laguana de José Ignacio. All that changed in 1981 with the construction of a bridge across the lagoon. The infrastructure improvements that came at that time were appreciated, but the town’s small population rallied to prevent the coastal area from becoming a Miami-esque playground, and successfully petitioned the local government to enact ordinances to ensure its quiet, peaceful character remained intact by allowing only single-family homes, no taller than two-stories within the Maldonado region. Along with banning discothèques, pubs and nightclubs, as well as all motorized vehicles on the beaches, jet skis and speedboats are also prohibited in the lagoons. Today the town’s seven miles of pristine beaches attract folks from all over who just want to unwind along what many consider the best part of Uruguay’s 410-mile-long coastline.

We walked out onto the rocky point next to the lighthouse, then down a boardwalk over the dunes to the Playa Brava, a long gracefully curved stretch of sand, scoping out the best spots to return to the next morning for sunrise photos. We strolled along the wide beach between lifeguard chairs. Squealing kids ran into the surf from the beach speckled with blankets and sun umbrellas amidst impromptu volleyball and soccer games. We stopped at El Chiringo, an outdoor restaurant with tables in the sand and shared a pizza for an early dinner.

Heading back to Casa Francawe stopped along the lagoonto watch a beautiful sunset across its calm water. Kite Surfers unwilling to end their day skimmed along the water until it was nearly dark.

The next morning Donna slept in while I rose before dawn and drove back to the lighthouse to watch the sun cast its first rays of light across the rocky headland and lighthouse.

A few hardy fishermen had already made their first casts of the day from the rocks. On the other side of the lighthouse a group of fishermen were readying two large skiffs to push into the surf from the beach. Next to them the first surfer of the day paddled out, and a few joggers pounded along the cool sand in early morning solitude.

After a day of rest and relaxation we wanted to explore the beach towns farther east along the coast as it runs towards Brazil. The weather doesn’t always cooperate, but we were hopeful the sky would clear as we drove along Rt 9 near Rocha. There were a good number of produce stalls along the road hoping to entice travelers to the beaches to shop. We stopped at one with shelves stacked full with jars of local honey, jams, and Dulce de Leche, along with wheels of artisanal cheeses. We purchased a Dambo, similar to Edam or Gouda. It is a traditional local cheese made with the milk from grass fed cows which graze freely in the palm tree studded, pampas rangelands, that define the region. Farther up the road we stopped for our “drive a little then café,” break at a small shop attached to a gas station in the uniquely named town, 19 de Abril.  The town takes its name from an event related the revolutionaries called the Thirty-Three Orientals, who returned from their exile in Argentina on April 19, 1825, an event that eventually started the Cisplatine War, which led to Uruguay’s independence from Brazil.

Normally in the states we avoid like the plague any eateries attached to gas stations, as they are typically places that just offer junk food, but route 9 traversed a semi-rural region, and there were few options. We were pleasantly surprised as we parked to see a mural of a painting by Simon Silva on the side wall of the café. We bought a poster of this image twenty years ago and it still hangs in our home, and it was nice to know that someone else enjoys the image as much as we do. The café Parador 19 de Abril delighted us. It’s a quaint oasis in the wilderness. The cappuccinos and fresh pastries were quite good, and the folks who ran it were very nice.

Folks were slipping and sliding through streams of water that were gushing down the hardpacked sandy roads of Punta del Diablo, as a deluge had descended upon us since our coffee break. The rain was too heavy to wander about, but we contented ourselves with driving through the haphazard layout of the oldest part of the rustic fishing village, that now has brightly painted shops and restaurants but is reminiscent of a village being founded by survivors of a shipwreck, using whatever materials they could salvage from the sea. Taking a horse drawn cart across the dunes was the only way to reach the once isolated village, until a road connecting it to Rt 9 was built in 1968. Larger flat bottomed fishing boats were beached along the gentle curve of Playa del Rivero, awaiting their next awaiting their launch at the arrival of high tide. A fisherman under a rain tarp offered his morning catch. Often during the Uruguay’s winter, June to November, the deep ocean just offshore allows folks to spot humpback and southern right whales breaching from the town’s beaches as they migrate north to the warmer waters around Brazil.

By the time we reached Aguas Dulces the rain had stopped, though the sky was still threatening, and the streets were nearly deserted. The high tide was rough from the earlier storm and was inching its way towards the row of boulders placed along the shoreline to prevent further coastal erosion and homes being swept away.  Laidback and low keyed, Aguas Dulces is a budget-friendly destination for Uruguayan families who enjoy its lifeguard protected beaches when the weather cooperates.

On the way to La Paloma we stopped at Puente Valizas, a picturesque riverside fishing village along the Arroyo Valizas. The tributary flows 10km (6mi) from the Laguana Castillos to the Atlantic Ocean, near the beach resort of Barra de Valizas. The river was busy with fishermen speeding to the Laguana to catch pink shrimp, which thrive in the brackish waters of the lagoon, for the restaurants along the coast.

In La Paloma the afternoon sky was brightening as we walked along the Paseo Marítimo, a boardwalk through the dunes that lined the tranquil waters of Bahía Grande, a small clam shell shaped bay. La Paloma is the largest coastal town east of Punta del Este and is a popular resort area with 20km (12mi) of beaches that are suitable for surfers and families with young children to enjoy.  Eventually we reached El Faro del Cabo Santa Maria, the town’s historic 42m (138 ft) tall lighthouse. Built in 1874, the powerful navigational beacon atop the tower can be seen 37km (23mi) out to sea. When it is open, folks can climb 143 steps to the top for some spectacular views of the coast.

On the way back to Faro de José Ignacio we followed Rt10 across the Laguna Garzón Bridge, an experience that totally took us by surprise, as the 2015 bridge has a unique circular design that resembles a flat donut. It’s really quite unusual but was designed this way to naturally slow the speed of traffic.

Our host and his family the next morning departed for a day trip a few minutes ahead of us. Their dog which watched their leaving from the second-floor deck had somehow escaped and was running frantically around outside the gated area. Fortunately, Donna has mastered that universal dog-call kissing sound, and we were able to lock him securely behind the gate. We called Daniel to let him know.

A few blocks down we stopped to photograph two abandoned properties. They were both very interesting, and we always wonder what the backstory is that goes with these places.

Route 10 hugs the beautiful 33km (20mi) stretch of wild undeveloped coast that extends from Faro de José Ignacio to Punta del Esta.

Reaching the outskirts of Punta we got our first glimpse of the Puente de la barra, a whimsical wavy bridge, that our route followed across the Arroyo Maldonado. Designed in 1965 to force drivers to reduce their speed, it’s said the rollercoaster-like bridge can cause vertigo if you drive too fast across it. On the Punta side there is a traffic circle that made it too easy for us to cross the bridge multiple times, just for the fun of it.

We stopped at a mirador near the “La Ola Celeste,” a stylized sculpture of a wave that overlooks the fast rolling breakers that beat against the waters of the Arroyo Maldonado as the river empties into the sea, and separates Punta from the smaller resort town of La Barra, which has a vibrant nightlife that rivals Punta’s as the best place to party in Uruguay.

This was also a great spot to get an expansive view of the dramatic beaches along the coast and Punta’s modern skyline, which often prompts folks to refer to it as “the St. Tropez or Monaco of South America.” The vista reminded us of Miami Beach.

We stopped for lunch at the Aura Beach House, a small modern café with a light menu, set on the brilliant white sand of Playa La Brava. They also have several rows of lounge chairs under nicely thatched beach umbrellas for daily rent. It was a beautiful, relaxing spot and our food and coffees were excellent; we didn’t want to leave. We found in our travels across Uruguay that street parking was always free, even along the beaches, something that is very rare in the United States.

We weren’t sure what the weather was going to be like the next day, so we took advantage of the splendid afternoon and stopped at The Hand, Punta’s most iconic landmark since the Chilean artist Mario Irarrázabal installed it along the oceanfront in 1982. It was very crowded with a tour group, but we waited for their departure before taking any photos. As it turned out the sculpture was within walking distance of our hotel, and we returned to it several times during our stay in Punta.

We continued on our way to the Faro de Punta del Este lighthouse that stands on the highest point of the narrow peninsula that was Old Town Punta, a whaling port established in the early 1800s.  

Punta, like Montevideo, has a lot of public art on the streets we realized as we drove by the Monumento El Rapto de Europa. The large bronze sculpture references the myth of Europa, a Phoenician princess who was abducted by Zeus in the form of a bull and taken to the island of Crete.  Why it is on a street corner near the beach in Punta, we haven’t a clue. Across the street from the lighthouse were several architecturally interesting homes and the very blue Nuestra Señora de la Candelaria church which had a lovely tranquil interior.

At Punta’s modern marina, sleek motor yachts and sailboats now bob gently in the water where the whaling ships once anchored. The first tourists to Punta arrived in the early 1900s, but it wasn’t until the infrastructure improvements of the 1940’s supported the construction of modern hotels and the town’s first casino that Punta’s reputation as a luxurious destination in South America was cemented. We stayed in the Old Town at Hotel Romimar, a budget-friendly lodging with an excellent breakfast, off Av. Juan Gorlero, Punta’s main shopping street.

We love exploring a new city early in the morning as it wakes up. By 7:30 beach attendants were hard at work carrying lounge chairs and umbrellas from trailers parked along the street, down to the sand and assembling them into tidy rows for their expected sunbathers. It was the perfect time to re-visit The Hand, as the sun was just cresting over its fingertips, and sunlight was reflecting brightly off the row of high-rise condos that fronted the coastline.

Wandering about we spotted several cachilas, old cars that out of economic necessity were lovingly maintained and passed forward through hard times. Some are now totally restored and look as good as the day they rolled out of the showroom. One, an old Plymouth, was creatively covered in a mosaic pattern of old Uruguayan coins.

Families were also out early to claim their preferred batches of sand at Playa El Emir, a small beach on the edge of Old Town Punta with a wonderful view of the coastline, near the Ermita Virgen de la Candelaria. The shrine to the patron virgin of Punta del Este is located on a narrow sliver of land that juts into the South Atlantic Ocean, that is believed to be where the Spanish explorer Juan Díaz de Solís held a mass when he landed nearby in 1516. Our “walk a little the café,” breaks were satisfied that morning with excellent coffee and pastries at Donut City and Cresta Café. Both were only a short walk from the beach.

A day trip the next morning took us to towns west along the coast from Punta that also interested us. Our first stop was at the Escultura Cola de la Ballena Franca, an open wire metal sculpture of a whale tail that overlooks the ocean between the endless beaches of Playa Mansa and Playa Cantamar. It is a popular lookout spot for southern right whales during the peak of their winter migration between July and October.

Casapueblo  is a surreal Guadi structure that captures the essence of the whitewashed cliffside homes on the Mediterranean island of Santorini, Greece. It started as a small wooden shack in 1958, the studio of Páez Vilaró, a Uruguayan abstract artist. He expanded it himself along the oceanfront as his family grew, and friends like Picasso and Brigitte Bardot visited, until a whimsical 13-story structure with 72 rooms stacked upon each other covered the cliff face. Today it is a museum and hotel.

Afterwards we drove to the Laguana del Sauce and enjoyed a quiet lunch overlooking the lagoon from the Hotel Del Lago.

Away from the oceanside a rural landscape quickly unfolded as we drove through farmlands to the Capilla Nuestra Señora de la Asunción, a pretty church that reminded us of settings in the American Midwest.

The next morning, our last full day in Uruguay, we headed west toward the Canelones wine region near Montevideo, an area which produces nearly fifty percent of Uruguayan wines at vineyards which were started four to five generations ago by families which immigrated from Europe. Piriápolis is a small coastal city which grew from a private investment as the country’s first planned resort was along our route. El Balneario del Porvenir (the Resort of the Future) was the vision of Francisco Piria, a wealthy Uruguayan businessman, who in 1890 bought 2700 hectares (6672 acres) of undeveloped land along a beautiful beach, 99km (62mi) from Montevideo. He spent forty years commissioning hotels and a promenade along the oceanfront, which he likened to the French Riviera, before his death in 1933. In 1937 the population of the resort town was large enough to be declared a pueblo, and twenty-three years later it achieved the status of a city. From the landing of a small chapel atop Cerro San Antonio we had a perfect panoramic view of the city that still draws visitors to its beach where families can rent scooter cars for their children to wheel along the promenade. During the high season the Aerosillas Piriápolis chairlift whisks tourist from the marina to the top of the hill. The Castillo de Francisco Piria, the entrepreneur’s home, was on the outskirts of the city as we headed to a wine tasting and overnight stay at the Pizzorno Winery & Lodge.

We arrived at the winery as a tractor pulling a wagon full of just-harvested grapes was being unloaded into a destemmer-crusher, the first step in the long process to create wine.

Founded in 1910, the fourth generation of the Pizzorno family operates the wine estate. It has 21 hectares (52 acres) of vineyards planted with Tannat, Cabernet Sauvignon, Cabernet Franc, Petit Verdot, Merlot, Pinot Noir, Malbec, Arinarnoa, Marselan, Sauvignon Blanc, Chardonnay, and Muscat of Hamburg vines.

We were the only guests that afternoon during the last week of February and thoroughly enjoyed the interesting tour of the wine cellar led by Joaquin, the winery’s sommelier. He   explained their viticulture philosophy which endorses “traditionally harvesting grapes by hand, respect for the ecosystem, environmental conservation through a no fertilization and watering wisely policy, along with green pruning, leaf removal, and bunch thinning to obtain the best grapes, which is reflected in the quality of the wines we make using only our own grapes.”

Afterwards Joaquin’s experience continued to enhance our tasting of four wines as he shared his knowledge of the vineyard’s terroir, and the different grape varietals, along with their aromas, flavors, and recommended pairings with food.

It was our last night of our 15-day trip around Uruguay and we treated ourselves to a luxurious stay in the winery’s posada. It was for many years the family home until it was creatively restored into an attractive boutique inn with four guest rooms overlooking a pool and the vineyards.   

“You will have the posada all to yourselves tonight. Enjoy the pool, and feel free to walk through the vineyard. A nightwatchman will arrive later.”  The golden hour was upon the vineyard as we cooled off in the pool. 

This surely dates us, but it felt like we were in an episode of the TV show Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous hosted by Robin Leach, who used to sign-off with “Champagne wishes and caviar dreams.”

Till next time,

Craig & Donna

A Road Trip Across Southern Uruguay: Colonia del Sacramento, Carmelo & Garzon or Colonial Charm, Wineries & a Ghost Town

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Montevideo’s skyline vanished quickly from our rearview mirror as we headed west on Rt 1, through rolling hills verdant from recent rains, into Uruguay’s burgeoning wine region. The road roughly paralleled the contour of the Río de la Plata. This large navigable body of water that separates Uruguay from Argentina is often called the widest river estuary in the world. Sheltered from the harsh seas and winds of the Southern Atlantic Ocean, it appealed to the Portuguese who, in 1680, landed 400 soldiers and cannons, along with stonecutters, carpenters, and craftsmen from five Galleons to found Colonia del Sacramento, on a small strategic peninsula. It was an attempt to deter Spain from expanding its Argentina colony, which had already established Fuerte de San Lázaro, a military outpost farther north near the Arroyo de las Vacas River in 1527. Spain later sent more settlers across the Río de la Plata to establish ranches in the vast pampas wilderness, around what today is the town of Carmelo, in 1611.

There was very little traffic on the road, and the two-and-half-hour trip flew by as we zipped past the occasional farm stand along the way. Nearing Colonia del Sacramento, a row of stately palm trees lined the thoroughfare. Entering the city, we drove down Gral. Flores, a wide tree-lined boulevard, past a colorful street mural and an inviting city park to the Posada Manuel Lobo, our hotel for two nights. The newer boutique hotel was nicely decorated in an old colonial theme, with beamed ceilings and antiques, and its location was perfect, just a block away from Colonia’s historic quarter. And with a hearty breakfast included, and free parking on the street, what else could we ask for?

A quick trip to a pharmacy took us past the first of several antique cars, from the 1930s and 40s, that seem to be parked intentionally across the town as interesting accent points, and the Café Rollito where we returned to later and ordered a luscious waffle topped with cream mixed with fruit. Their cappuccinos were also very good. The cars, as we learned, are called ‘cachilas,’ family heirlooms that were acquired in the early 20th century when Uruguay’s economy boomed from exports of beef and wheat to a war-torn Europe.

Imports nearly ceased when the country’s economy collapsed in the late 1950’s. Out of necessity family cars were lovingly maintained, and passed down through the generations, and repeatedly repaired until they couldn’t be. They reflect the country’s strong family ties, work ethic and nostalgia for simpler times. 

Afterwards we walked into the historic quarter, which is roughly defined by the footprint of the ramparts that once encircled this small frontier outpost. Only the citadel’s gateway, the Puerta de la Ciudadela, and a small section of the fortress’s defensive wall have been preserved. But the original irregular layout of the 17th century cobbled lanes still exists, and weaves between rows of Portuguese era colonial buildings.

The citadel was attacked and captured by Spain several times, only to be returned to Portugal by various treaties. Spain’s “Laws of the Indies,” which required towns to be designed in a “checkerboard” grid pattern, wasn’t imposed on the growing town until it became a Spanish possession with the Treaty of San Ildefonso in 1777.

The afternoon was surprisingly hot, reaching 38C (100F). We thought we had timed our trip to coincide with the more temperate weather of Uruguay’s fall, but during our 16 days in the country the weather was unseasonably hot. 

We wandered the shaded lanes of the historic district for a while before heading back to the hotel for a siesta. Later we headed to the Vista del Atardecer, a short waterfront promenade that is a popular spot to sip maté tea, and watch the sunset over the Río de la Plata. It was off this point in 1763 that cannon fire from the fort sank the British privateer Lord Clive as it attacked the town. The surviving pirates were tried and hung. In 2004 the sunken ship was located, and efforts to raise money to finance the salvage of its rumored treasure are underway. The late ferry from Buenos Aires was silhouetted against the fiery sunset as it set below the horizon. Over the horizon Buenos Aires lies only 59km (37mi) away and takes only an hour and a quarter to reach by ferry.  

Later we visited the Basílica del Santísimo Sacramento. It’s often considered the oldest church in Uruguay because the 1810 building that stands today was built over the ruins of a smaller stone church built in 1699 atop the site where the colony’s first adobe and straw chapel was erected in 1680.  

Across the lane we had dinner outside at ¡Qué Tupé! It has a very colorful interior, but the evening was cooler, and we chose a table outside on the plaza, under trees strung with lights. We both enjoyed wonderfully tender and flavorful steaks for dinner, along with glasses of Tanat, Uruguay’s signature wine.

The next day we crossed the citadel’s old drawbridge and walked along the remants of the San Miguel Bastion. We continued down rough stone lanes lined with colorful time worn pastel buildings covered in bougainvillea. At the Museo de Colonia we decided to go inside when we spotted a huge skeleton of a blue whale while peeking through a gate to the museum’s courtyard.

We discussed ticket options with the attendant in the lobby, whether to purchase individual tickets or the pass that allowed us to visit all the museums in Colonia. We opted for the multi-museum pass but after purchasing we were frustrated to learn that only the ticket lobby and not the museum itself was open that day.

Aside from the Museo de Colonia, most of the museums in Colonia are very small, with only 2-3 rooms, but we were able to use our pass at the Nacarello House, a 1700s era home, and the Museo Naval which had a tiny collection focusing on the town’s nautical heritage.

Reflections from the lighthouse beacon glistened on the still wet pavement as we strolled to Charco Bistró. The 34m (112ft) Colonia del Sacramento Lighthouse has guided sailors on the Río de la Plata since 1850 when it was erected on the highest spot in the town. We rarely make reservations, and the restaurant was full of people still leery of the weather, but a table was found for us. The pleasant but overworked staff contributed greatly to a very nice dining experience on our last night in Colonia.

Following Rt 21, we headed north to Carmelo, an hour away. The C’ars International Museum was along the route. It has a modest collection of cachilas, the oldest being a 1929 REO. The museum also features nostalgic recreations, using restored original materials, of early 20th-century settings, such as a pharmacy, gas station, and barber shop. A little farther up the road there was an abandoned colonial era church. The stone building was quite large, but unfortunately there wasn’t a historical placard outside, and we haven’t been able to find any information about it.

Our morning sun had faded by the time we crossed a historic old swing bridge over the Arroyo de las Vacas into Carmelo. The gray overcast day gave the deserted streets of the quiet town the feeling of being a forgotten colonial backwater. This ambiance was reinforced when the first traffic we encountered was a horse drawn farm cart cantering down the street as we parked at the Rambla de los Constituyentes, a riverfront promenade, to get a better view of the bridge. It’s a pretty park with terraces along the water and an ivy-covered arbor dedicated to Dionysus, the god of wine making.

The swing bridge was built in Cologne, Germany, shipped to Uruguay, and then reassembled across the river in 1912. It had at the time a unique hand-operated mechanism that turned the center part of the bridge parallel to the riverbank, so larger merchant vessels could still access the warehouses along the upper reaches of the river, and load cash crops for export. From the riverport there is ferry service from Carmelo to Tigre, Argentina, several days a week.

Driving through town we stopped at the Plaza Artigas where under waving flags a statue commemorated General José Gervasio Artigas, who founded Carmelo in 1816. The area’s history dates back to 1527, when the Spanish built the Fuerte de San Lázaro, a small wooden fortress near the mouth of the Arroyo de las Vacas River. But a concerted effort to colonize the area wasn’t made until settlers were given cattle to bring into the wilderness grassland in 1611. But before leaving Carmelo we indulged our “drive a little then café” philosophy with very good coffee and pastry at Amor Café. There were a few newer buildings in Carmelo, but generally time seems to have stopped in the town.

We came up to Carmelo, the oldest wine producing region in Uruguay, to visit some of its highly touted wineries, known for their Tannat, Merlot, and Chardonnay wines. The area’s subtropical climate and diverse soils create a unique terroir that allows winemakers to cultivate a wide range of grapes.

Our first tasting for the afternoon was at El Legado, a small boutique winery, with four guest rooms and a restaurant, that produces only 4,000 bottles of wine a year. It is named to honor Bernardo Marzuca’s father, who dreamed of establishing a family winery. María Marta Marzuca and her son welcomed us warmly, and shared the history of winery – it has only been open since 2007 – before giving us an interesting tour through the winery, as well as the vineyard, where the grapes had been harvested the week before. In the small wine cellar, bottles from particularly good vintages were signed with the name of people who had bought them, but left them there to age.

Our tasting included their three red wines; Syrah, Tannat, and a Tannat/Syrah blend, along with a Viogner, an aromatic and fruity white wine. The accompanying hearty charcuterie board with artisanal cheeses, salamis, and bread was excellent, as were the wines. It was a very pleasant experience and we wished we could have lingered more, but we had booked a later tasting that day at the Bodega Zubizarreta, where we would be staying for the night.

We followed a road through gently rolling farmland past the Zubizarreta winery to the Calera de las Huérfanas, the ruins of a large Spanish Jesuit mission. It existed from 1741 until 1767, when all the Jesuits were expelled from the Spanish Empire, and their lands were seized by the crown. But during that brief time it was a self-sustaining community of 250 people that included priests, colonialists, indigenous Charrúa natives, and slaves who operated four clay kilns which produced limestone and the bricks that were used for building the site’s chapel.

In addition, they ran a blacksmith shop and bakery, farmed the land, tended animals, and made wine from 1500 grape vines, which were the founding of Uruguay’s wine industry. After its confiscation it was used as the College of Orphan Girls of Buenos Aires, and then forgotten after it was destroyed in the early 1800s by Brazilian forces when a state of undeclared war existed between Uruguay and Brazil.

Grapes still hung from a decorative arbor as we made our way into the courtyard of the Zubizarreta Winery and were greeted by Mariela Zubizarreta, the daughter of the matriarch that now owns the wine estate that was started four generations ago by her grandfather in 1957, a Basque immigrate with “nothing to lose.”

From their large vineyard they harvest nine different varietals and bottle 12 fine red, white and rosé wines. And as a commercial vineyard they also fill 5 gallon damajuanas with an excellent house wine for restaurants across the region.

We finished our tasting as the sun began its slow afternoon descent and cast a warm glow across the vineyard. Mariela showed us our room in Aitona’s House, the old family home which dates from the early 1900s, one end of which has been transformed into a lovely period furnished, large one-bedroom suite. Handing us the key, she relayed that the winery was now closed for the day, and that we would have the estate to ourselves for the night. “A nightwatchman will arrive later. See you in the morning.” We sipped wine as the sun set across the vineyard.   

The next morning was a transition day for us, and we set out on our longest drive of our road trip through southern Uruguay. Driving from Carmelo to Minas would take 4.5 hours, but with stops along the way it would take us all day.

We backtracked on Rt21 before turning east off Rt1 past Colonia del Sacramento onto east Rt11 through sleepy towns and expansive farmlands that were completely flat to the horizon. In San José de Mayo we stopped to photograph a monument to the Motorcycle Club of Uruguay, which for us, channeled the book and movie the Motorcycle Diaries, which portrays a young Che Guevara’s journey to discover the essence of South America in 1952, before he became a ruthless revolutionary.

Passing through the city of Santa Lucia, we found a restaurant on Google Maps across from the town’s central plaza. The Paseo Bistro turned out to be atop the  Supermercado El Paseo, a very large two-story grocery and department store, that has a hardware department and appliance center, along with a very popular restaurant with a rooftop terrace. The bistro was very busy at lunchtime, full of families and professionals. Ordering was from a picture menu above the kitchen, where our meal was freshly prepared. A restaurant pager alerted us when our food was ready. We were pleasantly surprised at the quality of our lunch as well as its reasonable price.

From Santa Lucia we continued east on Rt81. The route now rose through gently rolling hills spectacled with small patches of forests. Just before reaching the village of Montes I suddenly slowed and did a U-turn. “Why are we turning around?” Donna asked. “Did you see those dinosaurs?” “You’re delusional and should drink more water to stay hydrated!” “I only need to run faster than you,” I chuckled. The Parque de los Dinosaurios was at the end of a two-track lane, where a man and woman were sunning in their yard. With our lack of Spanish, we pointed and expressed an interest in seeing the dinosaurs up close.  As we learned from the man’s wife he single-handedly created this whimsical playland and picnic area filled with colorful prehistoric creatures. It’s definitely a Uruguayan roadside oddity that was a fun stop.

Driving into the center of Minas we passed a number of interesting street murals on the way to the Plaza Libertad, a classic Spanish square with an equestrian statue that celebrates the Lavalleja Department’s gaucho heritage, and a reflecting pool surrounded by palm trees that faces the neoclassical designed Catedral de la Inmaculada Concepción de Minas, which dates from 1892.

After an early dinner we headed to our accommodation for the night at the Valle de Domos, a small eco-friendly, sustainable resort where the individual cone-shaped cottages were constructed with earthen bags.

But before leaving Minas we made one last stop at the Museo de Réplicas en Miniatura. It’s a small private museum/workshop in the home of Horacio and Mirta Chocho. Horacio, a retired mechanic, met us at the gate to his yard and explained with no ifs, ands, and buts that his presentation takes a full 45 minutes and that he wasn’t interested in sharing his work unless we agreed to stay till the end. The man is definitely a mechanical genius and created his working models of cars, trucks, tractors and trains, along with various other items from found objects.

Twilight was descending when we reached the Valle de Domos. Though we had a confirmed reservation the manager was not expecting us, and was reluctant to let us stay, even though they had vacancies, until a phone call to the owner rectified the situation. We love these sort of alternative housing solutions and had a comfortable one-night stay. Sun light filled the tiny kitchen the next morning as we made coffee. There are several larger cone shaped cottages at the resort with 2-4 bedrooms and living rooms. If we had stayed longer, we would have chosen a larger unit.

Though we had a kitchen, we only had the makings for instant coffee and a few snacks, so we started the day in pursuit of a real breakfast and a good cup of java, which unfortunately was a little more challenging than expected. The hours and open days listed for the cafes on our online maps were incorrect. We realized this when the owner of Penitente Station, a unique restaurant in an old railroad car positioned atop a ridge in the Sierra de Minas, turned us away, but did let us admire the panoramic view from the railcar.

Fortunately nearby, everything was fully operational when we arrived at Salto del Penitente, a large state park with a zip line course, that is known for its spectacular rainy season waterfall. The park’s excellent restaurant with an open terrace overlooks Uruguay’s tallest waterfall, which drops 60m (200ft) through a narrow gorge below the granite rock face of Salto del Penitente, into a lagoon that’s a popular spot to swim. But the water flow was low and the stream was hidden away in its crevice. We did enjoy watching birds of prey soaring on the updrafts, two Pampas foxes, and several large black and white tegu lizards, which can grow to four feet in length, scattering from one shady spot to the next.

From here we were cutting across the rugged Sierra de Minas region to the South Atlantic coast at Faro de José Ignacio, 252 miles east of Carmelo. The excellent state roads we followed were all paved, numbered and well signed, until we turned to Garzon, where the blacktop suddenly became hard-packed dirt.  These wide, well maintained dirt roads coursed through a vast nearly unpopulated area that took us near Uruguay’s highest point, the 513.66 m (1,685.2 ft) tall Cerro Catedral. Though it really wasn’t noticeably distinguishable from the surrounding landscape.

Pueblo Garzón is an old frontier-like ranching community that was founded in the early 1900s, and was a boom town on the Central Uruguay Rail Line, which took the rancher’s cattle to the port of Montevideo for export. When the pueblo achieved the status of being a town in 1935, it had 470 inhabitants. With the economic downturn that engulfed Uruguay after WW2, partially as a result of the economy relying too heavily on beef exports, the train service to Garzón ended. An exodus of people began and by the 1970s Garzon was considered a ghost town. We good picture tumbleweed blowing through the town.

In 2003 the internationally renowned chef Francis Mallmann fell in love with the tranquility of the area and renovated the town’s abandoned general store into the El Garzón, a small restaurant and boutique inn. His signature horno, a large clay oven, surrounded by piles of stacked wood dominates the old wrap-around porch where ranch supplies once stood. Several small galleries, a café, and another inn soon followed.

The town’s prospects really began to increase in 2016 when Bodega Garzón, a large ultramodern, sustainably built winery with 524 acres of vineyards, was opened. It was envisioned by Alejandro P. Bulgheroni, the Argentine billionaire and wine entrepreneur, to be “the most emblematic winery of modern viticulture in Uruguay, creating premium wines with an intense personality and a deep sense of belonging to the land.” Since then, grapes harvested from 1200 different plots, which take advantage of the estates’ different microclimates, have created wines which have consistently won awards, and it has become a destination for wine enthusiasts and bon vivants from around the world.

It was serendipitously Valentines Day and El Garzón was the perfect place to celebrate.

Faro de José Ignacio was only 30 minutes and a whole world away.

Till next time,

Craig & Donna

Montevideo: Feria, Murals & Carnaval – The Antidote for our North America “Winter Blues.”

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A clearing storm covered Uruguay’s Atlantic Coast as we landed at Carrasco International Airport on the outskirts of Montevideo. We were ten minutes into our forty-minute Uber ride into Ciudad Vieja, the old town section of Montevideo, when the masts of several catamarans poked above the tree line that obscured our view of the oceanfront. Our driver proudly boasted that the country has nearly 660km (410mi) of pristine beach-covered coastline along the Río de la Plata and the South Atlantic Ocean. But the real pride and joy of Montevideanos is La Rambla of Montevideo, a wide coastal esplanade that runs for 22km (14mi) along the city’s waterfront, “one of the longest continuous sidewalks in the world.”

Our ride into the city soon started to follow La Rambla’s serpentine route along the coast, past folks, at the end of the workday, flocking to its breezy shoreline to enjoy all sorts of activities from rollerblading to kite surfing. Several beach areas also had bandstands where musicians were drawing good size audiences. Lovers snuggled on the seawalls, amidst swimmers emerging from the ocean, games of soccer, joggers, aerobic classes, personal trainers, cyclists, sun worshippers, and walkers carrying their ubiquitous Mate carryalls. Enjoying socializing with friends on La Rambla is an important part of life in Uruguay’s capital, where the city’s 1.4 million residents, nearly 40% of the country’s population, have an open invitation to “The Outdoor Living Room of Montevideo.” Come sunset there seemed to be collective quieting as folks stopped to watch the sun sink below the horizon. We could already tell that this could be the antidote for our North America “winter blues.”

The next morning, we were up before sunrise to stroll along the oceanfront, hoping to catch the first rays of sunlight cast across the city. From our room at Hotel NH Montevideo Columbia, we could see seven freighters making their way to port, and the remnants of an old defensive tower. It was part of the quickly built ramparts that once encircled the citadel soon after the Spanish founded the city in 1726, to thwart Portuguese expansion southward along the coast from Brazil.

Street art and sculptures that were a blur yesterday as we sped by were now full of detail. In some places along the esplanade there were images of dinosaurs on relief plaques implanted into the sidewalk that suggested the region’s fauna 85 million years ago.

We reached Playa Ramirez, a large crescent-shaped beach as the sun was breaching the trees and shining upon the city’s modest skyline. A large group of cyclists preparing for the upcoming Vuelta Ciclista del Uruguay sped by. Two women stood in the water and let the gentle morning waves lap around their ankles as they chatted.

Across from the beach was Parque Jose Enrique Rodó. A large sculpture in the center of the park is dedicated to the Montevideo-born philosopher and essayist, who wrote about Latin America pursuing its own cultural identity and spiritual renewal, and the dangers of unbridled materialism.

We started our loop back towards the Ciudad Vieja down one of the park’s palm-lined paths and zig zagged our way through barrios full of colorful street murals, and older 1900’s era buildings with interesting architectural details.

Walking through Barrio Sur along Isla de Flores, bleachers were being set up at the intersections in preparation for one of the last parades of Carnaval. The street was lined with murals dedicated to the local comparsas, large groups of 50-100 candombe drum performers and dancers, who participate in the yearly festival. We spent some time determining a good vantage point for watching the parade later in the week.

The grand Plaza Independencia was a huge contrast to modest barrios we had walked through earlier that morning. In the park’s center a large equestrian statue stands atop the Masoleum of José Gervasio Artigas, a gaucho, military leader, and revolutionary who inspired Uruguayans to fight against Spanish and Portuguese rule. He is considered the father of Uruguay’s liberation movement, though he did not live long enough to see the country’s independence in 1828.

A vast array of different architectural styles can be seen on the buildings around the plaza, but the most intriguing is the chaotic styling of the 27-story tall Palacio Salvo, which eclectically blends elements of Art Nouveau, Art Deco, Gothic, and Renaissance architecture into its design. The iconic mixed-use building has shops, offices, apartments and the Museo del Tango. It was for a short period of time after its completion in 1928 the tallest building in South America.

At the opposite end of the plaza the Puerta de la Ciudadela, one of the old gateways into the colonial citadel, is all that remains of a tall stone defensive wall that was 6 meters (20ft) thick, and totally encircled the small peninsula where Spain established its first colony in Uruguay. After Uruguay gained its independence the demolition of the citadel’s ramparts started in 1829, less than 100 years after their construction, to make room for the growing port city’s expansion.

The old gateway opened to Sarandí, the main pedestrian lane that runs from one end of Ciudad Vieja to the other. At the beginning of the lane was Montevideo’s Walk of Fame, where stars of famous visitors to the city, like Nelson Mandela, the Rolling Stones, Enrique Iglesias, and Olga Delgrossi, Uruguay’s beloved singer and tango dancer, were imbedded in the pavement with sun bursts above their names.  Now mid-afternoon, the day had warmed, and the street was full of vendors under colorful umbrellas, selling all sorts of items geared for tourists.

We wrapped up our day’s wandering about at the Montevideo Metropolitan Cathedral, or as it is formally called the Catedral Metropolitana de la Inmaculada Concepción y San Felipe y Santiago.  In 1790 the construction of the cathedral was started to accommodate a growing congregation in the prosperous city, which had outgrown its first smaller brick church, which was built on the same site in 1740. Inside were some very nice pieces of religious art.

The next morning we continued exploring the old town and watched a wedding party throw rice upon a newly married couple at the Registry Office. We only noticed a sculpture of Montevideo’s version of Romeo and Juliet when a crowd in front of us was pointing up to a balcony. “Our walk a little then café,” routine was satisfied with breakfast at Federación, an artesanal panaderia and café, with tables on the sidewalk and in a small courtyard. It was on the way to several museums we planned to visit, before having a late lunch at one of the steakhouses in the Mercado del Puerto.

Montevideo has over twenty museums that span the spectrum from art and science to tango and carnaval. Around the corner from the café, in a 19th century building, was the Pre-Columbian and Indigenous Art Museum. It is a relatively small museum, but it has an interesting collection of archeological artifacts and an extensive collection of Carnaval masks from across Latin America.

Everything about the South American cowboy can be viewed at the Museo del Gaucho and Currency. It occupies a stately old bank building which in itself is worth poking your head into, but the immense scale of the building overpowers the exhibits of small objects used in the South American cowboy’s everyday life. Many of the fine silver items on display were from the estates of wealthy ranch owners.

The currency exhibit was okay, but we think you really have to admire a country that puts an armadillo on one of their coins. There was also a collection of coins recovered from the wreck of the Spanish galleon El Preciado, which was sunk in Río de la Plata by pirates in 1792, as it sailed for Spain carrying gold and silver to pay the taxes levied against the South America colonies.

Artistic street murals can be found all across Montevideo and we passed several interesting ones on the way to the Museo de las Migraciones. We really enjoyed this museum as it celebrates the country’s diverse population of its immigrants who contributed to making Uruguay the wonderful place that it is. The exhibits confirm the belief that most folks have more in common than what separates us.

It was a long walk back towards the Mercado del Puerto. The cast-iron and glass roofed structure was imported from Liverpool, England, and feels a little like a Victorian era train station; it opened for its first customers in 1868. The old port market used to be the central place to buy supplies, fruits, produce, meats, and fish, but has now been gentrified into an atmospheric food hall, where steakhouses reign supreme, and charge a hefty price for being convenient for the cruise ships passengers which disembark at the port. That being said, we enjoyed the ambience of open wood-fired parrillas, and wafting aromas rising from the various kitchens. It was a challenge to choose a restaurant, as all the dishes that waiters whisked by us looked delicious and tempting.

Later in the week we returned to the area to attend a tablado at the Museo del Carnaval, which also had a great collection of imaginative costumes from past carnavals. As the actors readied themselves for the performance, an announcer stepped forward. There were lots of Spanish words, followed by “Donna DiMeo Hammell” and more Spanish. I speculated that we had won the Uruguayan Lottery.  Or “maybe I’ve been chosen to participate, but I don’t speak Spanish!” Donna’s first thought was, wow, they pronounced my name correctly! The mystery was solved when Donna approached the offstage area, and a smiling theater employee handed her the credit card she had unknowingly dropped earlier.

Tablados are temporary neighborhood stages set up across Montevideo where colorful theatrical and musical performances are put on by groups of actors called Murgas, known for their satirical and humorous songs, who are joined by groups of Parodistas who are recognized for their entertaining parodies of well-known stories or events.

Tablados performances only happen during the carnaval season in Uruguay, which runs for forty days between mid-January and mid-March in Uruguay. The performance we attended lasted two hours and had eight different skits. If you cannot attend one of the carnaval parades in Montevideo the tablados are extremely funny and entertaining and you don’t need to understand Spanish to thoroughly enjoy them. They are also very inexpensive.

Walking back through the newer part of Montevideo the next morning we strolled along

Av. 18 de Julio. The street is named for the day in 1830 when the Uruguayan Constitution was ratified, and is the city’s busiest street with numerous stores, restaurants and bars along its length. At the intersection of Av. Carlos Quijano was the Fuente de los Candados,

the Fountain of the Padlocks. It seems every city has one of these landmarks where couples announce their love by hanging a lock on the metalwork; many of these were engraved with names, dates, or sentiments. What’s unique about this one is that it surrounds a fountain where folks also throw coins to make a wish.

Next to the fountain was a couple busking for tips as they tango danced in front of a café. This was the only time we saw tango dancing in Montevideo, even though the city shares credit with Buenos Aires as the birthplace of the dance. The scarcity of dancers might have been because we were there during carnaval season, and so many other events were happening then.  

Nearby was the Mirador Panorámico de la Intendencia de Montevideo. It’s an open-air viewing platform on the 22nd floor of the headquarters building of the Municipality of Montevideo. Montevideo does not have a very interesting skyline, but the view was expansive, and you can see the port and how La Rambla follows the twists and turns of the coast. There is a small café inside at the mirador. We didn’t find it to be a “must do,” destination, and would suggest trying to time your visit to the mirador around sunset, if possible, to make it more spectacular.

Afterwards we decided to expand our wanderings around the city, and we walked many blocks to the Mercado Agrícola de Montevideo, a historic city market that dates from 1913. We bought some fruit and empanadas for lunch. The most interesting part of our walk was around the Palacio Legislativo, a neoclassical building that is the seat of the Uruguayan parliament. The building’s iconic architecture stands in stark contrast to the large heart felt murals portraying local Montevideans, and the writer Kurt Vonnegut.

Over the weekend the Llamadas parade, one of the largest during carnaval, was taking place Friday and Saturday night in Barrio Sur. The parade celebrates the Afro-Uruguayan culture in the country with numerous comparsas, large groups of 50-100 festively dressed drummers who play traditional candombe rhythms for their dancers who perform along the street ahead of them.

Our Uber driver dropped us as close as possible to the viewing spot we had scoped out earlier in the week. But the streets were full of activity, with roads blocked for charter buses carrying various comparsas and staging areas where the dancers and drummers readied their groups.

We didn’t know advance ticket purchase was required, so we were totally surprised when the intersections were cordoned off and only tickets holders were allowed onto the sidewalks along Isla de Flores street. Fortunately, the area we had chosen had one small section that was open, and we jammed in, shoulder to shoulder, along with several hundred other folks with the same idea, to watch the parade. Folks next to us cautioned us about losing our phones to grab and run thieves, but we never felt uncomfortable in the crowd.

Carnaval in Montevideo is not as elaborate spectacle as in Rio de Janeiro where huge floats dominate the night. We didn’t last until the end of the parade, but it was a hugely fun, very authentic grassroots event that we thoroughly enjoyed. A few blocks off the parade route at Restaurante Palermo Viejo we shared our first chivito. These are huge, layered sandwiches that contain churrasco steak, ham, bacon, mozzarella cheese, lettuce, tomato, and a fried egg on top. The tasty creation was very filling, and it is often referred to as Uruguay’s national dish.

The next morning after a luscious breakfast at El Copacabana, in the old town, we took an Uber over to the Feria de Tristan Narvaja, a Sunday street market that stretches for seven long blocks through the Cordon neighborhood. It features a multitude of vendors selling everything imaginable, along with secondhand clothing, used books, fresh produce, and artist’s handcrafted creations.

Following our “walk a little then café” philosophy we took a break at El Imperio, an eclectically decorated bar, where the barista between serving inside customers ran trays of espressos out to the vendors on the street. We thought the feria was one of the more interesting ones we’ve experienced during our travels and think it’s a must-do activity when visiting Montevideo, if you like this sort of event.

Later that morning we headed to the airport and picked up a rental car we had reserved at Localiza Aquiler de Autos, a very good local agency with reasonable rates, for our 12 day road trip, which we were starting the next day. But first we had one more thing to do locally, and we drove an hour north into the countryside outside of Montevideo. Nearly forty percent of Uruguay’s population lives in Montevideo, but the city’s urban sprawl quickly transformed into gently rolling farmlands and vineyards as we drove through the Canelones region to the Cabaña La Mansedumbre, a rustic, under-the-radar destination restaurant. We eventually turned down a sandy dirt road. A small weather-worn sign hung from the cattle gate across the twin tracks that led to Fredy and Silvana’s ranch. When making our reservation, he had reminded us to close the gate securely so his goats wouldn’t escape.

We were the first guests to arrive that afternoon and were warmly welcomed into the courtyard of the couple’s rural farm stead. A tour of the open-air kitchen followed where we met Fredy’s son Juan, as he was preparing charcuterie boards under an array of sausages and cheeses hanging from the rafters. Heat emanated from a brick oven in the corner. Two large golden tortilla de papas cooled on a countertop under shelves laden with jars or homemade sauces, jams, and jellies. Baskets of fresh bread and rolls which Silvana had baked that morning tempted us with their wonderful aroma. 

Very enthusiastically Fredy explained that everything they use to prepare their dinners is sourced within a 5-mile radius of their farm. Though many items, like the goat cheeses, were made by his neighbor using the goat milk from Fredy’s herd, while the tanat wine we were offered, as we waited for the other guests to arrive, came from a friend’s vineyard at the other end of the road. Bottles of grappa that Fredy had infused with herbs lined a shelf above wine casks which flowed freely all afternoon.

Neither has trained as a chef, but they both share a passion for food and travel which has inspired them to refine their skills over the years, and now share their enthusiasm for great food at their home on the weekends. Seeing their farming community’s potential they have encouraged their purveyors to provide new and different sausages, cheeses, and produce than what was traditionally available in the past.

With everyone’s arrival we were seated at tables under their tinned roof porch. We were hoping to experience a traditional Uruguayan asado, but grilling meats on the parrilla was not part of the gourmet eight course feast that the couple had planned.

Our initial disappointment faded quickly as amazingly delicious dishes emerged from that simple country kitchen for nearly three hours that afternoon. Every dish was uniquely flavored, excellently prepared and presented. Coffee, dessert and grappa crowned the dinner. We wish we had taken notes, but photos of some of the dishes will have to suffice. 

The dinner was nicely paced, with plenty of time to talk with the other guests and enjoy the wine between courses. It was a memorable afternoon, and an excellent farm to table dining experience, along with being the best meal we had while visiting Uruguay.

For reservations Fredy and Silvana can be contacted through phone & WhatsApp +598 99 390 054.

Montevideo consistently ranks as the top city in Central and South America for quality of life. We thought it was a great destination, especially during Carnaval and it exceeded our expectations.

Till next time,

Craig & Donna

P.S. Our 12 day road trip through Uruguay started the next day.

During our stay, Donna had horrible hacking cough, that was so concerning one night we called the reception desk at NH Montevideo Columbia to ask for advice. The hotel, to our relief, had a physician on-call who made a late-night visit to our room. After an initial exam the doctor wrote a prescription for a chest x-ray in the emergency room at The British Hospital, a private hospital in downtown Montevideo. Fortunately, it was a quiet night at the hospital, and we were attended to quickly after checking in. We had a good experience there, the x-rays were negative for lung infection, and the hospital visit was totally covered by our travel insurance.

Street parking everywhere in Uruguay is free!