Several months ago I was having a discussion with Agustin, Ximena’s loquacious 6-year old nephew, about a barbeque he had been at the prior weekend, when he surprised me with his claim that he did not eat roast lamb “because it comes from a live animal”.
It’s curious, but I can begin to sense Chile well before I actually arrive. Equally curious is the persistent independent bent of Chileans, in full form when travelling. Assignment of specific seats on our airplane are taken by many of my fellow travelers as “suggested”,
HOME AGAIN Our annual arrival at Chile’s main international airport in Pudahuel, on the outskirts of Santiago, after all these years has become pretty routine. The efficient document revision in the immigration hall, purchase of two large bottles of single malt scotch in the duty
Dear friends and loyal followers, It took me quite awhile to recover from the Peace Corps reunion in Washington on September 24, the subject of my last posting on this blog. But we are about to head south to Santiago again, on January 12, for