Welcome to the Oriental Republic of Uruguay, and the lives of a crazy semi-retired couple with a couple of mascotas (pets) who in under a year decided to blow off life in the United States and on a dirtbag-cheap budget, make the huge move to the little country nobody has heard of. Here, you’ll read of our adventures, stories, advice asked, advice given, and pointers for other potential and current expats. Posts may be from Marcos (Mark) or Lisamaria (Lisa).
We promise not to call ourselves the obnoxious-if-accurate term Location-independent Digital Nomads. At least not nearly as often as most other expat bloggers.
Oh, and that “Oriental Republic” thing? No, Uruguay isn’t in the Orient. You’re not supposed to say Orient anymore anyway, it’s politically incorrect and culturally insensitive. Not as an English-speaker referring to the “inscrutable lands to the east of England”, at least. Nor is Uruguay in the so-called “Third World” – and no, don’t say that anymore either. 🙂
But the R.O.U. is Uruguay’s official name, because it is the Republic to the Orient (east) of the Uruguay (a river). Which in turn means “River of colored birds.”
Wrapping up, no, Uruguay is not in Africa. But I can see it from my house. Well if I could look straight ahead from the corner with the view of the sea, across a river-like-an-ocean around the curvature of the earth, I could. Next stop, Namibia. Or New Zealand if I look off to the right a bit.