So I’ve now been in Chile for a little over two weeks now and have just now gathered the correct combination of free time and patience needed to sit down and do some writing.  Since I’m not working, free time during the days has been plentiful but has been taken up by learning AutoCAD, working out, time at the pool, watching soccer games with Andrés and eating tasty lunches with the family.

Since two weeks have passed since I’ve been here, I think it’s best to give a bit of a summary of what has happened during that time, using pictures as my chronological guide.   And since I am covering so much time with this post, it may very well end up turning into an “uber” post – we shall see how it goes!  (Update: I’m going to turn this into a two-parter after all)

So my flights here were actually the quickest I had ever had, for two reasons – one is that the layover in Atlanta was less than two hours, compared to the 12 hour Miami layover I had become accustomed to from prior trips.  The second is that the route through Atlanta is much more efficient than going west out towards Dallas from MSP.  It always feels odd to travel so much distance (over 5,000 miles) in far less than a full day’s worth of time.  I must say, that the southern hemisphere is a great place to be right now and the weather is immaculate – it’s between 70-85 F every day for highs and every day is pure sunshine.  I could really get used to spending my winters down here :)

Camila greeted me at the airport after a bit of a delay fighting crosstown traffic (it took her about half an hour just to get 10 blocks from her house – that’s how bad Santiago traffic gets).  A quick note on cars here, I have been very surprised to see only ONE hybrid car and ZERO full electric cars since arriving here.  I thought that in a country with a booming economy, a huge urban pollution problem and $6.00+/gal gas prices, consumers would put two and two together and embrace lower emissions, hybrid vehicles.  That’s been an eye opener for me, I guess the government incentives are in place like there are in the States, but still I’d think hybrids would make economic sense with such high gas prices and almost all urban driving under 100 km/h.  Anyways, moving on….

So after arriving back to Camila’s family’s house out in La Reina (the east side of Santiago nearing the foothills of the Andes) where I was shown to me and Camila’s new room.  She turned an extra room into our room and borrowed a queen size bed from a neighbor to use while I’m here.  It’s a very nice setup and it almost like having a little apartment inside the house.

Shortly after I arrived, we took a trip out to a coastal town called Maitencillo which was about a 2 hour drive northeast from the city.  We stayed in an amazing log cabin perched on the hillside rising up from the beachfront.  We had a wonderful view of the sea, looking directly west out into the sunsets – couldn’t have asked for anything better.  In addition to the view outside, the interior of the cabin was quite remarkable – all of the ornate woodworking details appeared to be hand made and basically “one of a kind” since each piece of wood was unique, with it’s originals twists and knots often left in tact.

I got to test out my bike here for the first time on an afternoon bike outing with Camila’s brother Andrés – we went out to the highway about a km inland that ran north south with a generous should large enough to safely bike.  The curving route brought us through a lush valley, with hills ascending on either side with succulents and cacti towering above.  Unfortunately we didn’t bring a camera along on that journey so you’ll just have to take my word about how beautiful it was.

Another highlight of the trip was my first time surfing, which I did with Andrés as part of a group lesson.  It was more challenging than I had expected and after about 60 minutes in the water I was both beaten physically and mentally; there were waves between one and two meters that were fun when you were riding, but not so fun when you were falling or fighting against while trying to get back out into deeper water.  It was fun, but I don’t really see myself buying a board anytime soon.  Apparently the long boards we were using are mainly for doing the basic learning the timings of surfing, and then later you graduate onto the shorter boards which are more agile.

Another event from the trip to Maitencillo was that it was Camila’s 25th birthday – we had a tasty chocolate cake that she had baked and brought from Santiago and also had a rasberry cake that we bought at a local cake shop.  Both were tasty and added slightly to my waistline.

After returning home from Maitencillo I returned to a more normal routine which I’ll right about more in the next post.

Here are some pictures from that trip as well as a link to the Facebook Albums – Part 1, Part 2.  Click on the picture to open up a

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Hello Blog Readers!

So I’m writing on my new setup of my Acer tablet along with the Bluetooth keyboard which will likely be my laptop replacement once I get fully used to using it on a regular basis. I’m writing from the stairwell of Camila’s family house while listening to SBTRKT and getting used to the workflow of writing on a tablet (for example, that writing in Google Docs (now Google Drive) is much better than using the clunky interface of WordPress to craft my entries.)

I’m having a great, relaxed time on the trip so far and everything is just as I had left it a year and a half ago.  Camila’s family is just as charming as ever and Santiago has its same charm and faults as before. We have spent a good amount of time just Camila and I relaxing, although we’re still making an effort to get out and be social. So, I arrived on Monday morning after the standard 12 + hour flight through Dallas (including a delay for storms in Dallas as well as a long wait for the baggage after getting off the plane in Santiago). Camila was waiting for me at the gate for over 2 hours and I was amazed at how she wasn’t irritated or angry at the long wait. While I was waiting for my baggage I was able to call her using a Chilean cell phone I borrowed from a girl named Coni who had recently married Sebastian – this young couple was my first non-Cami test of my Chilean spanish since arriving and it felt great to shake off the ol’ lingual dust and get my Espanol on.

One wonderful thing Camila had done while I was away was to save one of each item she had baked in the last two months and froze them all for me. So when i arrived I had a gorgeous plate of about 10 different home-made desserts as well as three different artesenal beers that she had bought for me on various trips (southern Chile, Columbia, etc). That welcome gift was greatly appreciated after the airport delays, the long night and the mediocre airplane fare.

Besides doing lots of lounging and cuddling, etc we have gone out to a birthday party (last night, for her friend also named Cami), walked various times throughout the Reina neighborhood, explored Barrio Brasil (a former cultural and governmental hub that is now a neighborhood in somewhat poor repose), saw a Museo para la Memoria (torture memory museum), a global photography exhibition, eaten Patagonia food on a romantic dinner in el Barrio Lastarria, taken a tour of Camila’s law school campus in downtown (which I had been to before, but it was nice to walk around and see who we could find), visited with one of her grandmother’s who is temporarily bed-ridden while she awaits back surgery (she’s a WONDERFUL woman), and also invited her cousin Nacho and his girlfriend Maria Jesus over for home-made pizza. Wow, now that I write it all out it seems like much more than if has felt like, hehe.

For our future plans, we have a long hike tomorrow through a nearby park that extends up into the mountains with one of Camila’s girlfriends, then an “once” {ohn-say} with Camila’s other grandmother, watching a Chilean socer game with Camila’s brother Andres and dad Alfonso, a three day trip out to a beachside apartment of Camila’s aunts, as well as other social events that I am likely forgetting since there are so many.

Hmmm, what else to write – the weather has been beautiful during my time here and just on Wednesday of this week the city broke a record for the high temperature during that particular winter day. It hit 28C which is 82 F according to Camila’s precise mental calculations. Because of that it has been great to walk outside, take pictures and take in the sunshine. The one downside is that without any rain the urban air pollution has the tendency to accumulate into a dense, brown fog that is very visible, and can be felt while breathing in the centro.

(Update: 7/21 – Just uploaded pictures to the post after getting back from a hike in Parque Mahuida near Cami’s house; you can check out the Facebook album for the comments.)

Cheers, saludos y abrazos de Santiago!
Ian

Hello fellow aventureros,

After splitting off from Camila’s family, we headed towards Valdivia to start our own adventures.  However, since we were traveling and arriving in Valdivia on New Year’s Day everything was shut down and dead in the city.  Normally, Valdivia is a lively town with a health student population and offers great markets and city life down by the river front.  Also, the night life was said to be something to come for as well since they have lots of bars and clubs that are geared towards young people.  The second day was a Sunday and offered up little to do either inside of the actual city limits.  Instead, Camila and I headed outside of the city to go to a “Fería Costumbrista” which is a traditional kind of festival in a town called Niebla.  It was great fun since both Cami and I were clearly in a different world than the modern Chile that we both know so well in Santiago.  We were the tallest and whitest people in the festival and we enjoyed lunch and beer there.  I also took a photo with two people that were cooking empanadas; Cami and I were joking that I could tell people that they were her parents.  It’s easy to tell where Cami got her good looks.

The next day we went to the university gardens that were in Valdivia just across the river which was a great time.  After spending Monday morning in Valdivia we decided to come back to Santiago direct; we were considering going to Pichilemu but since I still had a wicked ingrown toenail we thought it better not to test it.  Late that night when we finally arrived in Santiago after 10 hours of driving, we decided to stop by my former abroad house, “La Casona” to see who was home.  There was a British guy staying in my room and he was the only one still up, so we made plans to meet up later.  A few days later on Wednesday we came back since he had said that the house would be full of people ‘pasándolo bien’ although when we arrived with a liter of beer in hand there was basically no one around except for a friendly Chileno and an amiable Frenchwoman.  We talked for a bit and did a tour of the old house to find that basically everything was the same as I had left it a year and a half ago, which was nice.

The next day started our time alone as a ‘real couple’ in Santiago with a house, a car, Jacuzzi and bedroom all to ourselves.  We had about 10 days in Santiago to enjoy time with Cami’s friends as well as enjoy time recorriendo la ciudad y viendo los sitios. I won’t explain day by day everything that we did, but some of the highlights were going to Cerro San Cristobal, Cerro Santa Lucia, touring the Católica Law School and Casa Central, seeing the new Gabriela Mistral cultural building, going on a vineyard tour and making our own wine blends at an all-organic, carbon-neutral winery an hour outside of the city, visiting Camila’s cousin up in the hills of Santiago and swimming at their pool with quite a view of the city below, eating pizza at Tiramisu (rated #4 in all the restaurants in Santiago on TripAdvisor), eating late night Chinese food, hanging out at the pool at Camila’s house, meeting with engineers from three different companies, meeting with two engineering professors and going to La Piojera.

Hope you enjoy all the photos,

I’ll be writing up the next bit about our trip north next!

Un abrazo a todos,

Ian

After Christmas we went down south and visited Temuco, and Villa La Angostura in Argentina with Camila’s family.  We left on the 26th in the afternoon from Cami’s house in La Reina to head south in two cars: Cami and I in the red bullet, and the rest of the family in the SUV.  As we packed our things, Camila’s dad was so enthusiastic that he was running around the house pretending to be a “choo choo” train – all of our spirits were high.  It took about 6 hours to get to Temuco which actually seemed short since Camila and I got to be on our own in the car and decide our own schedule.  Some of the funny street and place names that we saw along the way were “Tinguiririca”(just fun to say) “Al Río” (to the river), “Peor es Nada” (This is better than having nothing!), Roma (Rome), Polonia (Poland) and Charquicán (a typical Chilean food).  I also took a picture with one of the guys that fills up your gas tank for you since I think it’s a funny contrast to the US.  Normally I think of us as being the laziest in all aspects of life, but not getting out of your car to fill up your tank is another level I think; although it creates a steady stream of jobs so I guess it has its upsides.

In Temuco we visited Camila’s uncle Ernesto and his family for a relaxed and fun dinner.  It was in a country house a little bit outside of the city on a hill with a great view of the low lying plains as the sun went down.  We played soccer outside and Camila attempted a brave header which amounted to her hitting the ball with her face.  Good fun and laughs for all (except Cami and her glasses).  We ate quiche of a few different varieties which were all very good, along with wine and Christmas cookies.  After dinner we hung out with their three kids Paloma, Nachito and Martín; played with an iPad and looked at Jupiter through a telescope that they had set up in the living room.  The grandparents Fernando and Angelita were also there and were charming.

We stayed at a really nice hostel called Hostal Porvenir (Future Hostel) which I thought was a bit funny since we were there with three couples, two of them young.  Julia and Andrés and Camila and I were the young and growing couples staying with the experienced parents in a hostel that is all about the future.  These thoughts ran through my head as I nodded off to sleep beside Camila.  Breakfast was tasty and adequate; everyone in the family seemed to get a kick out of the Lazy Susan that was at the center of the table since they had never heard of that name before.  I also learned that there is a tool, like a wire cutter, that is called a “Napoleon” here and that if you walked into a hardware store asking for a Napoleon they would know exactly what you’re looking for.  What a quirky place Chile can be.

That next day we drove our way south and then east through the pass in the Andes that leads towards Bariloche, Argentina.  Our destination lay slightly before Bariloche in a valley – the small touristy village of Villa La Angostura.  The route to our lake side cabins was a long and windy one which had us asking for directions nearly every block as we inched our way towards our final point of arrival.  The wiggly roads were well worth the trouble since the cabins were absolutely gorgeous, made of mostly wood with a style reminiscent of northern Minnesota log cabins.  The views out onto the lake were beyond belief and made for a great ambiance at all times of the day.

We celebrated New Year’s Eve with an asado (bar-b-que) out in the back yard of the cabin near the lake.  It was a delicious and lengthy event lasting until about one in the morning with plenty of wine (a Spanish bottle called “Sangre de Toro” which was delectable despite the crude name).  The day times were mostly spent relaxing or doing shopping in Villa La Angostura; the restaurants were tasty and cheap: Cami and I went to the nicest looking Italian place we could find and I ordered the most expensive steak on the menu; price: $15.  Can’t complain about that, especially since it was two steaks that arrived on my plate along side an entire liter of Stella Artois.

After feeling mildly buzzed from the steak and beer we decided that it was time for me to get an Argentinian haircut, which some Chileans travel all the way across the border to have.  Photos are to come later since we used a different camera in the salon, but it was a hilarious and inefficient experience.  Camila laughed as the barbers talked to customers coming in, chatting to their spouses and kids who came to visit and watched the news about gas prices – all of this while I sat with a wet head waiting to get my trim.  This was anything but American efficiency and my gringo insides squirming with impatience.  Camila assured me that this was all part of the process and that it was nothing personal.  However, after five minutes of waiting (what felt like fifteen) I decided to put my American foot down and ask for service.  With a grin and a spring in his step, the barber finally began snipping away at my unruly bush of hair.  Afterwards I was more clean cut and had a better appreciation for the Argentinean model of customer service.  It wasn’t all bad, though, as we got to sip on maté and took photos with the hairdressers afterwards.

In the center while in a grocery store we experienced two brief power outages which reminded me yet again that I was outside of the overly industrialized and hyper-connected US.

A bit of adventure followed as we took a day to explore the Argentinean forests surrounding the village.  We went by boat out to the end of a peninsula to check out a forest called Bosque de los Arrayanes which was overrated in Alfonso’s opinion.  Those are the photos with the tall, light brown trees and the terraced walkway.  Afterwards we headed back to the village on bicycle via a relatively arduous path that was designed much more for walking rather than biking.  About 10% of the way on the 12 km trail, we had a major bike malfunction and Andrés had to carry his now useless metal companion the remaining 10 km.  Along with this and Camila’s mild heart condition, the trip was slow going but I enjoyed it nonetheless.

The next chapter of our adventure was Valdivia when Camila and I split off from the main pack and headed northwest to Valdivia which will be in the next entry.

Cheers to all and a big abrazo from Chile,

Ian

So for the winter vacation I’ve escaped the frozen northern hemisphere to arrive at a more enchanting and comfortable zone of Chile and Argentina.  Before making my way back to St Paul for my flight on Thursday morning of the 23rd, I had to first finish up my overly-hectic end of semester, which included too many formal presentations and few final exams and a final paper in my Spanish literature class.  I had my last final at 7:45AM on Tuesday for Wind Energy Site Design and Construction and celebrated with an extremely unhealthy brunch of 4 eggs over easy, 8 pieces of bacon and an ice-cold IPA.

After four hours or so in Mad-Bus I was bewildered and home; I got to spend a little more than 36 hours total at home with Bart, Bonnie, Charlie, Tucker, Ali and Kai, as well as the family, before heading out in the morning for my flight at around 5:30AM.  The first leg of the trip from St Paul to Miami was very easy, although I didn’t get any sleep of any substantial measure since I had my earbuds in my bag in the overhead compartment and couldn’t block out any noise; I also didn’t have a pillow which didn’t help the situation.  This sleepless flight combined with two and half hours of ‘sleep’ the night before after going to the Muddy Pig for drinks had set me up for a long day.  I got into Miami at noon and didn’t have a flight until 9:55PM..which was bad, but even worse, the flight was delayed by nearly three hours so I spent 12 hours in the airport.  I bought the airport wi-fi for the first time in my life so I could video chat with Camila and Eddy whenever they were available.  The little sleep I got was on the floor near an entrance way to the street that had two outlets that I could use to charge my phone and computer while I napped.  The best I could muster up was an hour of sleep at a time with all of the noise of the airport (ridiculously annoying holiday jazz music and announcements at five-minute intervals) although one good thing was the $20 meal voucher which bought me way more over-priced pizza than one person should eat in a sitting.  Eventually I got on the plane and was headed to Chile on flight 503.

After 9 hours or so, I woke up in the plane and saw that the giant cartoon plane the size of Florida that was on the map was quickly approaching Santiago.  This is the first time that any emotion resembling nervousness entered into my heart.  I was seated next to a Spanish man aged 38 that also had a Chilean girlfriend that he was going to visit for the first time; they had been together for four years in Barcelona.  I felt like I was part of a small  but distinctive club (maybe not so small since Chilean women seem to love extranjeros) of foreigner boyfriends coming to visit their pololas.

After sweating my way through customs with two laptops without issue, an obvious infraction that is definitely punishable by fine, and dripping as I waited for my gray companion at the baggage claim carousel.  At this point everything was surreal and even though I had already gone through the same airport and process before, everything seemed completely new to me.  The only thing that was familiar and certain was the Chilean Spanish littered with “Po’s,” “Huevon’s” and other gems like “lata,” “raja” and “wea.”  Waiting for me at the gate was my one and only prize: Camila.  She had been waiting for me for more than an hour anxiously looking at each person that came out of the gate that vaguely represented a six-foot tall gringo.  She approached me like a crazed pop-fan crossing the rope with an agility that I’ve never seen before out of her.  We did a funny dance consisting of many hugs and kisses and very few steps forward towards the car park.  Distracted in a moment of passion and joy, I put a book with my passport on top of her little red car while we got familiar with each other’s lips.  As things progressed, we realized that we had three onlookers parked in a truck directly facing ours just a couple feet away: three guys all watching our aberrant making out session: they honked their horn as we started to push the limits of PDA.  We took note of their kind gesture and departed.  Of course, I didn’t realize that those two little items were still on top of the car when we drove away, nor did we hear the yells of the parking attendant as he saw the passport fall to the ground.  After we drove about half of the forty minute drive back to her house, Camila and I both realized that I didn’t have my passport after being on the ground for a mere hour.  We turned back as soon as we could, which wasn’t that soon since we were on an expressway that cuts across the city, to head back to the airport, worried that this trip might already be tainted with the misfortune of a lost passport.  Luckily, when we arrived at the parking lot, they had my passport more or less waiting there for me.  One of the guys had brought it across the property in his truck so we waited for a bit while he brought it back.  A combination of relief, ecstasy and disbelief we drove back together to Camila’s house in the “Red bullet,” the name donned unto the car by myself.

It was Christmas Eve day and also the day of my arrival  We ate a lunch of porotos granados and chirimoya alegre, which is a tasty tropical fruit doused in orange juice with Camila’s dad, Alfonso, and the other international guest in the house Julia, a 20 year old Austrian that is the girlfriend of Andres (Cami’s brother.)  I found myself in the  middle of a loving family in the most beautiful of weather possible with sunshine and 80 degrees, and the girl of my dreams by my side: complaining was not an option anymore, things were just too good.  My friend Anca, who moved down to Chile with her Latin lover Javier came and visited us – I passed off the contraband brand new laptop that I had brought down for him and we made plans to meet again after Cami and I got back from vacation to the South of Chile and Argentina.

One small complaint that I found was that the peanut brittle I was carrying in my suitcase had opened up and put a candy coating on about half of my clothes.  Cami and I went to work on that little problem while I came to terms with the fact that I was really in Chile with my love.

Camila and I tried our best to rest for a  while before the Christmas guests arrived at around 9PM for the start of the celebration.  The guests for the night were twenty plus members of Camila’s family including her mom’s four sisters and one brother, as well as two grandmothers (Omi and Sisty) and seven cousins all younger than Camila.  The food was amazing and plentiful, with many moms cooking like there was no tomorrow: there was multiple large dishes of lasagna, two large paellas filled with seafood, and three entire cakes to eat for our familial group.  Christmas started around 9PM and went until around 4AM, with much of the time spent out in the summer breeze on the patio and people dressed in short dresses, polo shirts and shorts.  Just slightly different than the holidays in Minnesota.  I actually had three Christmases this year: one at home with family and friends where I was the only one opening presents, one with Camila’s extended family where we watched the “little guys” open presents then fall asleep around 3AM then a third Christmas where just Camila’s close family and Julia and myself opened present in their parents’ bedroom.    The next day we also did a video call with my family and Camila’s family to show off gifts and talk about Christmas and how crazy the celebration is here compared to back home.

I gave Camila’s family peanut brittle, chocolates, a Word a Day book, tiramisu, mix for Olive Oil rosemary bread, a Bob Marley remixed CD and “Earth,” the Jon Stewart book, for her brother, chocolates for the family, a framed photo of Camila and I, a pearl and diamond necklace for Cami, “Eating Animals” the book for Cami and some socks also for Cami.  For some reason on the plane I was still thinking that I wasn’t bringing enough gifts but now that I write them all out it looks like it was plenty.

From Cami and her family I got an I Heart Chile mug, Norweisser Chocolates (the best in Chile apparently), a hat that I won’t be wearing any time soon, “How to Survive the Chilean Jungle: 2″ which is all about Chilean slang and really hard to find in the US, as well as, of course, more chocolates, a mosaic of Camila’s trip to MN as well as a gift from her parents of a private wine tour where we get to make our own wine.  Here’s the link to the vineyard’s website; we’re going late next week in the morning, and it should be really fun.

I’ll be writing more on the last 5 days or so when I get a chance.

Un abrazo to all of you reading this,

Ian

Hey there guys and gals,

I have no idea if anyone still reads this blog, but you know what, I’m going to write nonetheless.

I’m in the dry town of Arica up here at the top of the country of Chile. We explored the harbour today and fed the pelicans and sea lions that were hanging out by the dock. The sea lions are unbelievably fat and pelicans are really weird looking up close, but they both love fish, so it was pretty fun. We saw the Chilean Navy marching along side the United States Navy here in the port today, and I heard my national anthem played by the Chilean military band. I felt very patriotic about the whole thing.

It feels great to be back in Chile and away from the possibility of getting rocks thrown at us as we drive past burning tires, like what happened twice by Ica in Perú. We made it out of Perú without a scratch, and I already miss some parts of the Peruvian life, one of them being the insanely cheap food and lunches that were available (you can get an enormous lunch for $2 just about anywhere in the country.)  We celebrated our arrival with a very Chilean dinner of super big sandwiches and enormous completos followed up by some Escudo. Tasty.

The end of this trip and my time in South America is bitersweet in many ways. We said goodbye to our good friend from our university and travel buddy David as his trip ended today; he’s headed back to Santiago today. I am excited for the next leg of the trip, but at the same time am sad that our vacation has to end so quickly.   I am looking forward to my last couple days in Santiago and seing a few special people there before I leave, but that just means that I have to say even more goodbye’s, some of them forever.  Bitterweet.

It sounds like Salta and northwest Argentina is going to be awesome. Good wine and meat.  There are vineyards, national parks and historic buildings to check out.  I’m not going to be particularly happy to have to put up with the “sha, sha, she, she” Spanish of the Argentinians, but I’ll do my best not to laugh in their faces as they shush their way all over the place. 

Cheers from down here in the southern hemisphere, guys.  I’ll be back before you know it.  I’ve got quite the to do list set out for when I get back home.  Number one on the list is go to Chipotle, so whoever picks me up from the airport is going there with me ASAP.  I’ve got about 20 other things that I want to do when I get back.  One of them is to volunteer at a place where I can use my Spanish so I don’t lose it right away.  Mom, can you organize something through Neighborhood house for me?

Saludos amigos,

Ian J

Hey there guys,

So I am writing to you from a noisy internet cafè in Nazca, Perú where we are trying to change our travel plans around with limited success. We have successfully scaled the heights of Machu Picchu and seen the historic churches and museums of Cusco, which were the main goals of our trip, so I am happy with that. Our original plans had us going through Lima over to the Cordillera Blanca to do a 4 day trek through beautiful snow capped mountains, 23 of which are over 16,000 feet in altitude. However, the worker strikes here have made travel quite difficult to organize safely and consistently, so we are going to head out of the country and explore northern Chile and northwestern Argentina.

There are a number of national parks with varied wildlife as well as an elegant city called Salta in Argentina that sound worth the effort. We were able to change the city that we embark onto our flight, so our travel plans work out a bit more smoothly.

We’ve had quite the interesting time these last couple of days and I think we´ll all be relieved to get out of the country and back into our South American homeland of Chile. I’ll be updating my blog with pictures when I get back into Santiago. I’ve gotten gifts for a good number of you guys while here in Perú, although packing them all up will be a challenge. Is anyone interested in South American alcohol, like some wine or pisco? Let me know and I can pick you up a bottle.

Cheers from Perú,

Ian J

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