I never know how to feel about summer in Santiago. Daily temps are unbearably high, the sun feels like knives pricking your skin and the air is so dry its hard to breath. However, summer in Santiago is also the time when the city comes alive with “Santiago a mil”.
Trying out every possible sitting position; admiring the view; in-depth discussions on topics varying from the economic crisis in Argentina to the zombie craze that has taken over the world in the last few years; and singing along to random radio station songs; That’s how I spent the 3000 kms road trip I undertook on the last week of 2014.
Some places are beyond description, even the best photographs don’t do them justice. San Pedro de Atacama in the north of Chile is one of them. I was lucky enough to spend 4 days there this past September, but had I known beforehand how mesmerizing the experience would be I would have scheduled my holidays so I could stay longer.
Magical places like that are few and far in between so I know I will return one day, I owe it to myself to return there once more, not sure when, but I will. Meanwhile I’ll dream of the spots I missed and lose myself in the photographs of the ones I didn’t.
We all have “dream” destinations, places we’ve always wanted to go. And I don’t mean somewhere belonging in a bucket list of places to visit before you die. I mean, the destinations that are so eccentric and out of reach that you don’t even dare put on your bucket list. The type of place nobody you know has ever been to, yet, you dream of going. Continue reading “Rapa Nui, the land of the Moai.”
Don’t worry, this isn’t going to be a long essay on his poetry, his life as a diplomat, his role in Chilean politics, it’s not even a short bio on the man. Because if that’s what you wanted you wouldn’t have come to a travel blog right? Instead I’m going to talk to you about his houses.
To say that Vicuña is a quaint little town in the Atacama desert is to scratch the surface of the place that Gabriela Mistral – Noble prize for Literature in 1945 – called home and where she wrote so much of her poetry.
Vicuña is in the Elqui Valley, a valley famous for its “out-of-this-world experiences” and for wine production thus most people who make their way there are either trying to see UFOs, contact aliens or have some good wine. Continue reading “Vicuña, an often unnamed gem in the desert.”
Sunday evening on the phone:
Him: I have to go to La Serena for work do you want to accompany me?
Me: Sure, I’d love to go! I’ve never been there! Well, I work Tuesday and Thursday so any day after that would be awesome.
Him: We could go Tuesday night and come back Wednesday night…
Me: that’s 500kms just one way…
Him: Yes, but I don’t mind the driving, I’ve done it before many times.
Me: (laughing) ok, sure! why not? let’s go!
And that’s how I spent 48 hours awake treating myself to the beauties of the Norte Chico (small north) of Chile. Continue reading “Massive impromptu road trip? Why yes ofcourse!”