It was still dark when the alarm sounded in our first floor room of the Zafiro Hotel located in the small village of Pelluco, overlooking Puerto Montt Bay. Joaco and I were sharing a room, and two of Joaco’s brothers, Claudio and Gonzalo, were in
It was still dark when the alarm sounded in our first floor room of the Zafiro Hotel located in the small village of Pelluco, overlooking Puerto Montt Bay. Joaco and I were sharing a room, and two of Joaco’s brothers, Claudio and Gonzalo, were in another
Why is the mussel relegated to “second class” status on dining tables in Chile, and virtually ignored in writings of Chile’s leading poet Pablo Neruda? We made this query in an earlier posting entitled “What’s Wrong With Mussels, Neruda?” As was expected (and hoped
Pablo Neruda loved the sea, and wine, and food, and women. But there is something fishy about Neruda; he did not write about mussels, and he should have. Neruda wrote poems about almost everything, Odes to a beautiful nude, a fallen chestnut, the tomato, laziness,