The former home of artist Carlos Pez Vilar, now a labyrinthine museum and hotel called Casapueblo, has a way of confusing visitors. Perhaps it's the Gaud-esque architecture and Santorini color palette that make you believe, for a fleeting moment, that you're far away on some Mediterranean shore when you're really in Uruguay.
This stretch of the Uruguayan coast from Punta Ballena to José Ignacio often confounds those who expect South America to be undeveloped, underprivileged or troubled. Here, it's none of those things.
I've lived in South America for half a decade and, over the years, heard countless tales of the ritzy beaches that curve along the Atlantic east of Uruguay's capital, Montevideo. Why, I wondered, had so many South Americans made the continent's second-smallest nation their summer playground? And why were an increasing number of American celebrities following suit? The intrigue festered until I finally booked a flight to see for myself.
The road east of Casapueblo skirts an endless gold-sand beach all the way to the coast's largest resort town, Punta del Este, where even The Trump Organisation is (four years behind schedule) aiming to get in on the action in 2020 with a 25-storey, 156-condominium Trump Tower.
With pulsing beach bars and glassine apartment blocks fronting the emerald sea, it's easy to see why Punta del Este has built a reputation as the Miami of South America. Its star power is so strong that Brazilian supermodels and Argentine movie stars flock here as much to relax in their seafront condos as to be captured by paparazzi doing so.
I stop for a quick lunch at I'marangat, one of the see-and-be-seen restaurants, where I dine on grilled octopus and fresh mussels from Isla de Lobos, an island visible on the horizon that's home to the largest sea lion colony in the Western Hemisphere.
La Barra, with its white-washed homes draped in bougainvilleas, is the next resort as I continue eastward. Thirty years ago, this coastline had little more than a few humble fishing villages. Now, thanks to new bridges that leapfrog its myriad lagoons, development has crept ever farther from Montevideo with investors (mostly from Argentina and Brazil) capitalizing on Uruguay's perennial stability in a rocky region. Nowhere is this development more apparent than José Ignacio, where beachfront properties sell in the millions of dollars.
José Ignacio manages to be moneyed without ever feeling snobby or staid. Shabby chic is the overarching aesthetic. There are no shopping malls, nightclubs or condos. The roads are largely unpaved, the cottages are unassuming, and it's perfectly fine to walk barefoot into the town's most popular eatery, La Huella - that is, assuming you've made your reservation weeks in advance.
This air of carefree elegance has led stars such as Shakira to purchase a home here, while big-name U.S. visitors include Mark Zuckerberg, Leonardo DiCaprio and Katy Perry, who can stroll the wind-whipped beach in relative obscurity.
If there's two people responsible for placing José Ignacio on the international tourist map its Norwegian-Uruguayan businessman Alexander Vik and his American wife, Carrie.
The pair has opened three design hotels in and around José Ignacio. Estancia Vik, the oldest, caters to polo players and gaucho wannabes hoping to live the life promulgated by Ralph Lauren ads. Sleek Playa Vik, the second property, lies beneath a "living roof" of native plants on a knoll at the edge of town, while the themed bungalows of Bahia Vik take advantage of their prime setting along José Ignacio's calmest stretch of sand.
From the patios of the Vik properties to the open-air cafes such as Solera in town, everyone in José Ignacio seems to be tossing back glasses of rosé as if to coax the setting sun into lingering a few minutes longer. Turns out, all that wine comes from just 18 kilometres away at Bodega Garzn.
This winery, I learn the next morning, is nothing if not ambitious. Owner Alejandro Bulgheroni essentially created his own 524-acre wine region in a part of Uruguay where few would've dared to grow grapes.
"It was a big risk as there was no wine being produced in this terroir," Bulgheroni recalls. "But when the first bottles came out in 2010, and they were good, we began constructing the winery," which opened in 2016. Now, some 20,000 tourists each year flock to Garzn to tour the striking facility and taste bottles that are changing perceptions of Uruguayan wine.
Garzn has, in its short life, become the nation's largest wine exporter with South America's first LEED-certified sustainable winery. The rolling granitic hills here receive cool ocean breezes that temper the blazing sun, creating ideal conditions for grapes such as tannat (Uruguay's signature wine export) and albarino (its secret weapon).
There are four cows for every human in Uruguay, which is a good thing because the population eats more beef per capita than anywhere else on Earth. Perhaps that's why one of the world's most famous grill masters, Francis Mallmann, has built a home, hotel and restaurant minutes from the winery in the five-block cow town of Pueblo Garzn.
I devour salt-baked corvina fish, then fire-roasted tenderloin tournedos draped in chimichurri - all the while musing about how the meal is the perfect encapsulation of my trip. The plates were sumptuous, yet unpretentious, while the setting was elegant, in part thanks to its rustic charm.
Sure, Punta del Este may have been a bit flashy, but on the whole, this moneyed Uruguayan coast had managed to temper its good fortune in such a way that even a humble freelance journalist could feel welcomed to the party. And isn't that what we all crave? To feel like a celebrity even when we're driving barefoot down dirt roads covered in sand.
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