I know I will be able to tell a story after the sensations have decanted. I have bags filled with bits and pieces, seashells from Zapallar, paper receipts and the memory of have linked up with a long lost high school friend who lives in Colorado who gave me this as we sat down to eat at Liguria.
Land in Maitencillo I have my eye on (7 hectareas de hermosura)
Como resumir un mes tan lleno y pleno de emociones? How do I begin to weave the story of my month in Chile? TODO me hablo, everything spoke to me and I wish I had had another month to spare after all the re-encounters to just take it all in, rent a house on the beach and just relax and enjoy. Every single day was filled to the brim, up the coast, down south, ferried across the Canal de Achao to Chiloe, back to Puerto Varas and then again to the coast, Papudo, Zapallar, Con Con, Vina and Valparaiso with Pisco Sours and Caipirinhas at every stop, fried Conger and Pailas Marinas for lunch. The truth is we were up until 3-4 in the morning literally every day, barely got any sleep and what sleep I got was restless for more. I didn't want to come home, not yet anyway. On the plane home I fell in LOVE, platonically that is, with Jack White of the White Stripes and The Raconteurs. I had so many unfinished businesses, so many friends I didn't get to see. It would be easy to catch up but Chile is sooooooo far away, I only get to go every two to three years. If only it were as close as Mexico.