The Uruguayan Riviera returns February 19–25, 2027 — our third edition, and it gets better every time.

I‘m standing on the sand dunes above Playa Mansa in José Ignacio, Uruguay. Big raindrops — the fat, splattering kind — are beating down on my head and the cashmere sweater I am wearing to ward off the chill is quickly getting wet. Two hours ago, the sky turned a terrifying shade of dark blue-gray-green that looked like something from a sci-fi movie. I barely made it back from lunch in town to the bungalow before the heavens opened.

Earlier that day, the group had bid farewell, the end of our annual group journey, the Uruguayan Riviera. I was now in that blank space, an energetic vortex, that comes after a week of intense togetherness. A friend from Montevideo had just arrived to catch up and as we watched the rain pound the ground, we sipped a favorite Albariño.

Then the sky started to clear up. A seam of amber opened along the horizon as the sun dropped behind the tail end of the clouds heading towards sunset. The sand, the bungalow, us — were bathed in golden-ochre light, like being veiled inside a Renaissance painting. I knew this could only mean one thing…
We ran to the top of the dunes and there it was — a perfect full arc rainbow. It stretched from the Atlantic over the entire village of José Ignacio.

Besides being refracted light, I have always felt rainbows are direct communication from the universe, a bridge between worlds. You need the storm and the light. You don’t get one without the other. And it was the perfect crescendo to a week in Uruguay — a place that asks you to slow down, stop reaching for the next thing, and just be in it. The best things here arrive with paciencia.

We move from Montevideo’s Belle Époque elegance — with time to stroll La Rambla along the waterfront — through the rolling vineyards of Canelones, Uruguay’s historic wine heartland, where Tannat is poured in family cellars and long asados unfold alongside the vines. East into Maldonado province, where soft green pastures and olive groves meld into the sparkling azure of the South Atlantic, framed by eucalyptus and towering pines. We taste on hilltops, lunch at a producer’s home, and visit the atelier of a prominent artist making monumental marble sculptures set against sea and sky.

Then three nights in the dunes at Bahía Vik in José Ignacio — a village where the historic faro watches over the peninsula and carved wooden signs read aquí solo corre el viento: here, only the wind blows. Ride horseback along the beach with gauchos. Lie beneath a Skyspace at dusk — an hour of shifting light and color that plays with your perception of depth, sky, and where one ends and the other begins. Between experiences, José Ignacio does what it does best — long beachfront lunches, bare feet in the sand, ocean air, and nowhere to be.

And the grand finale: a sunset tapas tasting of iconic wines from across the country’s finest cellars, poured oceanfront. As the sun drops into the Atlantic, the sky turns blazing orange, then pink, then magenta, with the sketched silhouette of Punta del Este penciled against the horizon. It’s easy to fall for the encanto, the magic, of José Ignacio — and Uruguay.

The Uruguayan Riviera
February 19–25, 2027
7 days / 6 nights
Montevideo (Sofitel Carrasco) → José Ignacio (Bahía Vik)
Twelve guests
Hosted by Liz Caskey

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