finally summer!, Like ours: warm days, pleasant nights. It is the inside, away from the polar winds from the coast, away from Humblodt. On the way I saw vineyards, rich southern wines. Chile is a land of wines. Filled streets, people walking, tourists enjoy, 
children also play outdoors, the blanket vendors appear, disappear, attentive to the police. The manguis, too. At night, in short sleeves, sitting on a terrace, enjoy and watch. Santiago is a macrociudad, six million of tread, almost one third of Chileans, move in Metro and in a traffic chaos, black taxis with yellow roofs. Modern, tall buildings and beautiful spots. I found one. Statistics show that life is better than in Rome or Stockholm. Just I have pictures, just emotions, threw only 68 in four days, other places do the same number in one morning. 
missing emotions mine goes without saying that after so many months of travel one and not be thrilled with the intensity of the first, inevitably falls into a routine, the eyes become more vague, and because they deceive you, there are days when I played the hell out, watch and photograph, I'd rather have a coffee near the hotel, if possible. Something happened to me in Santiago and I happens more often, gave me as its museums, architecture, clothing its people, or sold in business. I wanted more out at night, take a cup (a cup) and take some dance to study the anthropology of place. So things are.
Santiago, Paris and London The last two are two small cobbled streets Puritan city center. A charming, two jewels. There was my hotel-hostel with wifi even in the street may well Skiper sitting placidly in a square, a prelude to my residence. Just no traffic, with trees on sidewalks, not for tourism businesses and a couple of cafés that made my delight during the day stay. In its extreme noise of a big city, its traffic and its people ...
Sergio, the man is walking Valladolid lies, so to speak, in Valencia and works through the world. It is technical, is devoted to riding machines that print bottles or cans. He has been more than 6 years, if I remember correctly, pa'lla here. The first two, Arab countries and India, the last four throughout Latin America. Sergio spends his holiday home in Spain. In guirilandia know how to handle and its partners are the taxi drivers are asked where to eat, dance, whatever you need. Colombia is another in love, as often happens with all people who have been in that troubled country. Nobody believes it, but it's true.
I met him at a pizza dinner, talking to the waiter and asked him where he was. Entered into conversation and told him to go for a drink. Was noted. It was good. In fact the next day repeat, the two were more animated, stayed for dinner and then to a disk, I even went to her three girls to dance, the three rejected me. Nor do I flinch. He was luckier, he danced with several but did not get the phone no. Sergio
me excellently behaved. I invited two nights for dinner and several of the cups we drink. He, as a hard worker with diet, can go places that my economy can not afford. I dined like a long time he did not, what makes the pasta! Thanks Sergio.
A cultural day: Spain, Violeta Parra and Bardem Spain, a crossroads of civilizations, the exhibition was called I went to see was in the basement of the Palacio de la Moneda, yes, where Pinochet Allende bombing, visited the palace, out of morbid curiosity, "strangely the site custodians have the same uniform nasty dictator, and the way I wanted to look that gave Spain's image abroad of the past millennium. Is a traveling exhibition of the Ministry of Culture
works all second and third row, ranging from the caves of Altamira to the S XIX. Crossroads as a crossroads. Mestizaje as a pattern of development. Regular. Violeta Parra was a beast, he wrote, sang, painted, performed arpillería, spent his life creating and trying to bring together the diverse cultures that bind his country, native to invasive. In Chile there are statues who gave thanks for life and yet another of those who made death a value, read generals, admirals and other ilk. Afternoon
movie, for months he saw no room! that of Cohen, No Country for Old Men. What a pleasure to see good cinema. Because even if you have satellite TV in most of the hotels that fall or not to turn on or do not see
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