Friday, October 03, 2003
On two hours of sleep, I bought said overpriced (but oh so wonderfully Dominican- I´m excited) tickets. Museo Bellas Artes afterwards.
Peter and I ran into two older English ladies, in their seventies, and we started talking. When they asked where I was from and I said, Washington, one said, "Oh you speak English so well!"
uh-huh?
But it was great talking to them. The same women has traveled everywhere, it seems- last year she was in Patagonia, down in Ushuaia traveling through ice floes, then up in Canada watching polar bears. She and Peter realized they´d stayed in the same hostel in Holland, nearly 50 years apart. And aside from "bumming around Europe" after the war, she took the Queen Mary to New York, and bought nylons in Macys to send all her friends. 1947! It was just neat to meet people who have lived a lifetime of traveling, when I´m just getting started. And Peter and I are now going to be in a British photo album somewhere:-)
After Cafe Sicosis, we climbed Cerro Santa Lucia. While much smaller than San Cristobal, its one of the higher points in Santiago. And the Andes were a greyish blur behind a curtain of smog. Barely the tips were distinguishable! We sat and watched a pretty landscaped waterfall (the cerro is a maze of little stone staircases and plazas and green and smooching Chileans), until the water stopped and it was time for Peter to head to the airport. 8 months of traveling, over.
It made me melancholy in an I want to go home too way (not a strong feeling, just reflective that a week or so would be nice), but I had a review session to distract me...we ate cornflake rice krispies treats (really good, despite the substitution of necessity), fruit, sandwiches, cookies, crackers...and got at least through the "edad de oro" of the oligarchy. It was really frustrating at times because I have half remembrances of outlines of concepts learned in previous classes, and my notes are half a hemisphere away. weep!
Peter and I ran into two older English ladies, in their seventies, and we started talking. When they asked where I was from and I said, Washington, one said, "Oh you speak English so well!"
uh-huh?
But it was great talking to them. The same women has traveled everywhere, it seems- last year she was in Patagonia, down in Ushuaia traveling through ice floes, then up in Canada watching polar bears. She and Peter realized they´d stayed in the same hostel in Holland, nearly 50 years apart. And aside from "bumming around Europe" after the war, she took the Queen Mary to New York, and bought nylons in Macys to send all her friends. 1947! It was just neat to meet people who have lived a lifetime of traveling, when I´m just getting started. And Peter and I are now going to be in a British photo album somewhere:-)
After Cafe Sicosis, we climbed Cerro Santa Lucia. While much smaller than San Cristobal, its one of the higher points in Santiago. And the Andes were a greyish blur behind a curtain of smog. Barely the tips were distinguishable! We sat and watched a pretty landscaped waterfall (the cerro is a maze of little stone staircases and plazas and green and smooching Chileans), until the water stopped and it was time for Peter to head to the airport. 8 months of traveling, over.
It made me melancholy in an I want to go home too way (not a strong feeling, just reflective that a week or so would be nice), but I had a review session to distract me...we ate cornflake rice krispies treats (really good, despite the substitution of necessity), fruit, sandwiches, cookies, crackers...and got at least through the "edad de oro" of the oligarchy. It was really frustrating at times because I have half remembrances of outlines of concepts learned in previous classes, and my notes are half a hemisphere away. weep!
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