Drew and I spent two days getting to Chile. Two days and five flights, and I must say, I was so very glad to have a bed last night instead of a hard airport floor, blasted with aggressive air-conditioning and the institutional sizzle of florescent lights.
After such a long series of flights, finalized by a wide-eyed, two-hour bus ride, it was dark when we finally arrived in Valpariso. The sun had set behind the mountains long already, and the air was cool because of it. We wound around steep, brick streets that slanted around stucco buildings and mural-ed walls and I began to grow excited for the morning, when I could soak these images in and teach myself the “feel” of Valpariso.
That’s on the agenda for today.