Saturday, December 13, 2003
Easter Island, Isla de Pascua, Rapa Nui....was just a different place. Not, perhaps, the farthest west I`ve ever been (on the map, no farther west than California), but Polynesian, with only slight Chilean overtones. The moai, of course, and petroglyphs, but also that an island so small can have a culture so strong. And that we were on an island in the Pacific Ocean for a week. sigh (starry eyed). climbing ancient volcanos (accidentally and on purpose) and walking miles and miles, and ending up with very brown arms and very white legs. ready to go home, enough traveling, but...not quite yet....a singing Christmas tree (and another one in town, considerably larger, that they say is the largest Christmas tree i nthe world) the only thing to remind us in a tropical rainstorm that Christmas eve is a mere 10 days away....happy holidays.
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