The desert.
SO. DRY. (seco means dry).
I don't know what I was expecting...a little more water, I guess. When they say no water...they mean. NO. WATER. there are only a few roads that just go on and on and on through fields of sand. and rocks. and more sand.
The trip was great though. Diego's family was super nice, welcoming, generous, funny, all that good stuff. It was more like the Chilean family experience I thought I'd be having here. They took me to see San Pedro and Valley of the Moon. The stars there were so gorgeous and plentyful!! We climbed the hugest sand dune I've seen to date and saw weirdly shaped rocks of salt. Diego's dad is high up in the chain of command at the Chuquicamata (open-air) copper mine so we got our own private tour. We even saw an explosion take place :) Aside from these things, they showed me around their town--the plaza, the mall, the soccer field, Deigo's old school, etc.
Food there was probably the best I've had since I've been here (aside from Pizza Hut--thanks mom and dad--and Subway). We're talking mango cake and tea in bed for breakfast every morning, steak, fried fish, pollo pobre (chicken, frenchfries, egg, and rice), and always tomatoes and avocado (staple foods here, after bread, of course).
When we weren't touring or eating, Diego and I were playing guitar. I learned at least four new songs. On Sunday we played for six hours straight. So fun. In fact, I've been loving guitar so much that once I got back here to Vina, I up and bought my own :) wooohoo! In between practice sessions, Diego and I had some fun and thought-provoking conversations/debates about life...such as existentialism and the concepts of absolute truth/evil.
So yeah, all in all...great trip (seco also means super cool/professional when used as slang. kind of like how we use siick). Momma Hevia said I could come back any time I wanted. If it weren't so expensive I'd go back every weekend!
SO. DRY. (seco means dry).
I don't know what I was expecting...a little more water, I guess. When they say no water...they mean. NO. WATER. there are only a few roads that just go on and on and on through fields of sand. and rocks. and more sand.
The trip was great though. Diego's family was super nice, welcoming, generous, funny, all that good stuff. It was more like the Chilean family experience I thought I'd be having here. They took me to see San Pedro and Valley of the Moon. The stars there were so gorgeous and plentyful!! We climbed the hugest sand dune I've seen to date and saw weirdly shaped rocks of salt. Diego's dad is high up in the chain of command at the Chuquicamata (open-air) copper mine so we got our own private tour. We even saw an explosion take place :) Aside from these things, they showed me around their town--the plaza, the mall, the soccer field, Deigo's old school, etc.
Food there was probably the best I've had since I've been here (aside from Pizza Hut--thanks mom and dad--and Subway). We're talking mango cake and tea in bed for breakfast every morning, steak, fried fish, pollo pobre (chicken, frenchfries, egg, and rice), and always tomatoes and avocado (staple foods here, after bread, of course).
When we weren't touring or eating, Diego and I were playing guitar. I learned at least four new songs. On Sunday we played for six hours straight. So fun. In fact, I've been loving guitar so much that once I got back here to Vina, I up and bought my own :) wooohoo! In between practice sessions, Diego and I had some fun and thought-provoking conversations/debates about life...such as existentialism and the concepts of absolute truth/evil.
So yeah, all in all...great trip (seco also means super cool/professional when used as slang. kind of like how we use siick). Momma Hevia said I could come back any time I wanted. If it weren't so expensive I'd go back every weekend!
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