I have a lot of thoughts about this trip that aren’t enough for an entire blog post, so I’m gonna say all them here.
There are dogs everywhere. I know they are stray and this isn’t a good thing but I like it.
This dog took a break from the hot day at Plaza de Armas.
They eat dinner really late here. Like 9. I don’t really know why.
The Pacific Ocean is really really painfully cold.
Don’t be fooled, this water is ice-cold. Also look at all the mayo on the sandwhich.
The street performers are really talented.
Empanadas are amazing and everywhere. Big fan.
They listen to American music and watch American movies. I feel like it’s hard to not feel an American presence everywhere.
Monte con huesillo is a drink type thing with a liquid that tastes like sweet tea, some mangos, and some sort of grain in the bottom. It’s very good and pretty cheap.
This is the amazing treat.
There’s way less red brick here. I also just realized how much I like red brick buildings.
Everyone seems more relaxed here than American cities. For example, in the Plaza de Armas, everyone was just sitting on benches enjoying the weather.
The weather here is amazing. I’ve eaten outside everyday so far. I only do that about twice a year at home.
Pablo Neruda has an amazing house. It doesn’t seem like much from the outside, but the views are amazing.
This is my sketch of the view from Neruda’s dining room.
There aren’t many bugs. I’ve seen bees but that’s it. I also haven’t seen roaches, rats, or mice.
Finally, the mountains are amazing.