What can I say? We finally made it to Casapueblo after all these years of dreaming about it.
Thirty-six years in the evolution, this amazing structure was designed and built by Uruguayan artist, Carlos Páez Vilaró, as a kind of homage to the mud nests of the local hornero birds. Unfortunately we didn’t make it here while he was still alive, but at least now we get to enjoy the building’s second incarnation as a hotel, which also means being here in the glowing dusk.
Carlos sounds like a fascinating man. Painting murals for Marlon Brando in Tahiti, rubbing shoulders with the likes of Fidel Castro and Sophia Loren and building this place, sans blueprints. There’s a darker side as well – his son was one of the 17 survivors of the infamous 1972 plane crash in the Andes (the story behind the film Alive) and was missing for almost two and a half months.
We might have dinner on our terrace overlooking the sea, perhaps a ‘best sandwich’ or some boneless pollo. The local wine list looks pretty impressive.