I’ve been busy this last week. My mom and dad flew down here last Tuesday and in true “Willis” fashion, we were on a bus the next morning headed north. We did a whirlwind tour of the northern part of Chile and returned to Santiago yesterday. The first stop was La Serena. This is a town on the sea and took about 6 hours on the bus. The ride was fine because we got to see the scenery on the way up. When we got there we were so hungry because we hadn’t eaten anything on the way up there. (Actually, we may have had a snack. They let people get on the bus and sell ice cream, cookies, horse jerkey, drinks, etc.) But, regardless, we were hungry.
We leave the station and begin to look for a hostel to stay in. Dad had his trusty Lonely Planet Chile book and we were looking for a place from the book. This area wasn’t the best or nicest so it was a little shock to Timothy. Dad was looking for a good deal and Timothy just wanted a 5 star hotel. It was funny- T had a bit of cultural awareness. We finally decided to just eat first and hope to feel better then look for a room. The restaurant was in the front of a house and the owner/grandmother had her granddaughter with her. She was really cute.
After we ate Dad and I walked around the town trying to find a place for the night. We ended up at a hostel owned by a Croatian family. After we got settled in and got the coveted wi-fi password, we went out to have a late dinner. We walked a block from our hostel and started reading a sign outside of a restaurant. We didn’t know exactly what the sign said. So, this man and young lady came out and invited us in. The man said he could help us with the English. We sat down as the only people in the place, and he started asking what we wanted to drink and helping us with translating the menu. We assumed he was the owner. A few minutes later he told us that he didn’t actually work there. He had ordered his food and was headed home. He stayed and talked to us for a while. He actually had already had 7 piscolas (pisco and coke a Chilean drink) so he was very happy to help us. He told us a lot about himself. I wish you all could see T imitate him. He remembers what he told us and says it with the same accent. He was “big boss” and had “12 tracks” that deliver vegetables. His wife was a doctor (a surgeon) and his mom had died a few years ago and he missed her a lot.
Some situations are funny but when you try to tell about it, it just doesn’t do it justice. That’s the situation here. Anyway, I’ll include pictures about the whole day. We got back and went to bed since we had to be up the next morning to take the bus to Copiapo. Another ride of about 6-7 hours. The boys were loving this! LOL