After an 11.5 hour bumpy flight from NYC, the Andes' jagged peaks appeared as we landed in Santiago. I had opted for Chile because Michael and I wanted to "do S. America" and you don't just do one country when you fly to the other side of the globe.
What did we do to the Chileans that made us have to pay the most outrageous and highest entrance fee of anyone in the world to enjoy this country?
I found Michael already at his computer in the hotel room, blogging away. He and his camera and the computer have a huge relationship which takes up almost more time than sightseeing.
A quick overview of Santiago's downtown reveals a bohemian area known as Bellavista which has cafes spilling out onto the street. The Centro has the a pedestrian mall area with very ordinary clothing stores and fast food joints.
Not in the mood to view churches or museums, we head back to our lovely hotel for a swim and rest.
Now I know why I chose Chile. It does really cool down in the evenings to a very pleasant temperature for me. Of course, Michael wears a sweater because he's from sweltering Costa Rica and finds it too chilly.
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