When I was a young man, serving with the Peace Corps in Chile, I discovered “Jauja”! I remember once standing on the rocky shore of Lago Villarrica in southern Chile, looking out over that beautiful emerald lake with the smoking, snowcapped volcano in the background.
We entered 2010 calmly planning our yearly trip to Chile. We were looking ahead at a presidential election, a two-week tour of the wine-producing regions on central Chile with Mick and Ceci, friends from Roslyn, NY, and way ahead to the Bi-centennial celebration in September.
The long Chilean winter of 2010 is over, the new Pinera administration is in full swing, the center-left opposition is trying to reorganize after their defeat, the bicentennial celebration is over, and the miners are out of the hole (one was even running in the
[ NOTE: At times a blog becomes quite personal as it is being written even though it may not have started out that way. This is one of those. DJ] I grew up as a young boy without the benefit of one of life’s most
When the February 2010 tsunami washed inland over much of the small fishing village of Loanco, in the Maule province of south central Chile, many homes were totally destroyed, the fishermen lost all of their boats, motors, and nets, and even their new tractor for
We awoke March 13 (Saturday, market day in Cauquenes), and made our plan that Flick and I would visit Curanipe and Pelluhue in the morning, pass by the sawmill in Chanco to get Joaco and Vero around mid-day, and go to Cauquenes to have lunch