I survived the first two flights of my life and even managed to get a little bit of sleep in the process. I then somehow mustered the strength to get through customs, out to the bus, and on the way to the Hotel Diego de Velazquez to drop everything off and take the trip from there. Then we were off to the beginnings of our adventure in Chile!
The highlight of this day was our trip to Parque de la Infancia. I made my way through the water balls and began my journey of solitude to the top. I took the long route that winds around the hill to the top of the slides. The journey left me with a wonderful view and some much time to myself after the cramped quarters on the plane. About halfway through the path there is a small playground that reminds you of the ones in elementary school, but completely devoid of children. This path gave a great contrast to the city life happening within vision. The height and distance was just great enough to drown out the noises of the bustling city below, allowing the more natural sights to creep their way into your senses. I stopped at the top and enjoyed the breeze and snapped a few photos, my favorite of which exemplifying the harsh contrast between the city life and the park.
The city from the top part of the infant park