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Uruguay



Uruguay



When to visit?

Did you know? While there are bigger and more modern stadiums, Estadio Centenario holds a title no other building can claim. Built in just nine months to host the very first FIFA World Cup in 1930, it is the only stadium on earth officially declared a "Historical Monument of World Football" by FIFA. It was the centerpiece of that inaugural tournament, hosting the opening match and the final where Uruguay defeated Argentina 4-2 to become the first-ever world champions. The stadium was finished so close to the deadline that when the first game kicked off, the cement in some of the stands was reportedly still wet. This is where the beautiful game—the game that should always belong to the people of the world—became something more than just a game; it became human culture. It is a ritual that every child across the world awaits for four years, and a ritual that should always be accessible to the people.

Peak: December  – February. These months are warm. Great for walking around exploring and beach days. 

Shoulder Seasons (March – May and October – November): These months offer decent weather and lower prices.  

Off-Peak: June – August. This is winter! It can get very cold in Uruguay but you can still get nice weather for exploring cities, such as Montevideo. 

Card, Cash, or both?

Credit cards are widely used and accepted throughout Uruguay. Cash can be helpful for street food or smaller shops. 

Connectivity & Tech

  • Network Reality: Montevideo has excellent connectivity. My US carrier plan provided 4G/5G coverage throughout the capital, and many of the city’s parks and plazas offer free public Wi-Fi. 

  • Power & Plugs: Uruguay uses a mix of Type C (Euro-style), Type L, and occasionally Type I. Most modern hotels have universal outlets, but a universal adapter is a must for local guesthouses. The voltage is 220V.

My most uncalibrated experience in Belize

The most uncalibrated moments in Montevideo don’t happen at the monuments; they happen in the quiet intervals between them. I was walking through the city at night, the air cool and the streets glowing under soft yellow lights, when I found a small, unassuming cafe tucked away in the center of town. I sat there for an hour, sipping bitter mate and working my way through a massive, dulce-de-leche-filled alfajor, when I struck up a conversation with a group of elderly locals at the next table. With the patient authority that only comes from decades of living, they gave me the real “map” of the city—pointing me toward the best hole-in-the-wall parrilla where the wood smoke never stops. We sat there late into the night, debating the nuances of football and dissecting Uruguay’s performance in the latest Copa America.