Hi, I'm back
"somewhat" turned back fit and well to Santiago. Before you but it reports where and how my long weekend I spent, I must tell you a little discovery! In the center of Santiago, I came across a small oasis. A corner of paradise in an otherwise so dull-looking concrete chaos of the big city:
A small mountain, called Santa Lucia, where it offers a panoramic view is not about the seemingly never ending city and the Andes beyond. Last weekend we were enjoying twice on the "Cerro" to the view and take pictures. Some I've already uploaded in my photo gallery, the link is again on the right menu bar. The Cerro Santa Lucía is certainly a nice place and well attended by students and this couple, especially art students gather around the mountain, is to climb stairs and walk through paths ... (see photo gallery)
But now I will tell you about my weekend!
First, I will report a feeling that I was the end of the proverbial short break out surprised. I all think of you knows this; if you spend a holiday with friends, family, or perhaps even alone, you feel the whole stay truly a relaxing break, you are at the end but then gradually return to happy, back return to his familiar home so nice of the holiday may have been. It is with this feeling I've also caught myself this weekend. The difference is that my familiar home in thought Santiago was. Actually very strange when one remembers that I have less than three weeks have been here. What I'm saying is that it is very surprising how quickly I've settled here in Santiago "at home" and feel. Of course, I've still not taken root, perhaps I will, too, the whole year is not over. But with the thought of my room / house in Santiago me a feeling of security, has already packed the routine: having to get up in the morning to walk again, in the school and then work into the project to ...
But now to my weekend. The real reason was the birthday of Nelly's (our boss) father, who was 85 years old and to which the whole clan many of whom live directly in Algarrobo, had been invited. The family party but should increase only on Saturday, so we had to look at the previous day as of Wednesday evening time us something of the environment and the beach, and I'm not a little cold wanted to spoil the fun.
On Thursday we were visited as on Isla Negra, the house of the great national poet and Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda. For me, one of the most beautiful moments. Already on the journey, which lasted only 20 minutes, I was full of tense anticipation! I wondered whether the house would probably look like this, as I had imagined from reading in school. For there we had read a book on Neruda, which takes place located on this same island, in An adjacent fishing village and in this house. I was most impressed by the architecture of the house, which resembles a ship, with mainly natural materials used to build. I was fascinated but also the bedroom Neruda, from which he had an amazing view of the beach below and the adjacent Pacific Ocean, from the forge of the poet all his creativity. Although not many tourists were there, I was a little disappointed that the site for such an attraction had dwindled. Neruda's passion for collecting and the consequence that the house from inside and looked like a museum, helped not just to a faithful Flair for. Nevertheless, it was fascinating and already a weird feeling to see something with my own eyes, from which they had previously only read descriptions in a book, nor to the object about 12,000 km from the town is located, where you had read about it . My former English classmates perhaps understand what I mean ... (See below: "la campana")
Otherwise, we have over the days actually only slept a lot and eaten. Before lunch, got up almost no one. On Friday, we were able to leave the house because of persistent rain hard, which by the way, was really awesome. We had our own room and behind the house there was a Jacuzzi, but which I was because of my cold, unfortunately, used non.
On Saturday, Daniel and I made before the celebration a little trip to the beach. Best to you, you look at the pictures in the gallery as soon as I put it inside.
the evening, but I was very curious how such a family reunion takes place well in Chile. But first, Daniel and I were sitting out in our house and nobody picked us up to go to the ceremony, which took place just 100m next door. Tania, Ernesto Simón and have been pursued and had apparently forgotten us and Nelly and her husband had, as always, were delayed and over the phone can not be achieved. So we made our first ne-Cola Rum and leaned back and relax. We went to 22 Clock but finally happening. To the "impromptu speech" of the birthday child before we were already warned, and a serenade to German then finally we came around but not. The party ended with Gitarrenklaengen, lots of food and plenty of alcohol (such as the Chileans to expect otherwise) was long after Daniel and I had already laid.
Schwuppdiwupps was already Sunday afternoon and the days of rest and gluttony gone already, too bad actually ...
By naechtsen times! Muchos saludos y abrazos ...
Bruce
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