Rivera is a long detour from the well worn traveler’s path through Uruguay, but it was where we could relax and celebrate the holidays with friendly and familiar faces. My good friend Katie’s parents live in Rivera, Uruguay. So, of course, we’re on the same continent so we just had to see them. Please, we have all the time in the world. They graciously hosted us for Christmas and allowed us to stay as long as we wanted. Emily, her sister, was visiting after completing a semester in Buenos Aires. We felt so lucky to be welcomed into their home.
|
|
We had a great time in Rivera. It is small, but not so small, town directly north of Montevideo in Uruguay (about a 6 hour bus ride), but on the border with Brazil – which is why the locals call it the “frontera.” Upon arriving in Rivera, we decided to drive on the Brazil side of the border, because we could. For an American to cross into Brazil, they must secure a visa and pay an entrance fee or $130, which is a reciprocal fee that America charges Brazilians. (Note: this is the case when flying into Argentina now).
