A decent rainfall finally came to Santiago, cleaned the smoggy skies and left us with a striking panoramic view, as even the coastal range is snowcapped.
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Cuatro Años

Though I had spent five months prior in 2009, it wasn’t until my return to Chile on May 21, 2010 that I decided to take a risk and come make a life here. Nothing worked out as my 23-year-old mind had pictured at the time –imagine that!– but as I take a pause and look at where I am now, I realize it all worked out just as it was meant to be. Continue reading Cuatro Años
Monday Memories – Yerba Loca
Yerba Loca Continue reading Monday Memories – Yerba Loca
Monday Memories – Respite from the city
Monday Memories – Breathe, breathe in the air…
Continue reading Monday Memories – Breathe, breathe in the air…
Reserva Nacional Río de los Cipreses
Chile lindo. Beautiful Chile. Continue reading Reserva Nacional Río de los Cipreses
Horseback. Andes Mountains. Good People. Yes.
I LOVE HUASOS… Continue reading Horseback. Andes Mountains. Good People. Yes.
Happy Birthday Maiten

Me + Andes Mountains = LOVE
The view at work
Well sure, there are far superior views in this city, but since the view in my apartment is that of a concrete wall, this gets me pretty excited. As I mentioned in yesterday´s post, we finally got some rain here, which helped clear some of the smog and left my favorite mountain chain snow-capped. I love, love, love the giant Andes Mountains! And I love Santiago, such a beautiful place to live!
In memory of Connie
This one is dedicated to my wonderful Aunt Connie, who sadly passed away today, way too young to leave this world. I really had a special place for Connie in my heart, and I’m not going to lie, this one’s a tough one.
I really attribute a lot of my traveling spirit to Connie. With her and my Aunt Peggy I took my first journey abroad to Europe, learned of all her many travels around this big ol’ world and I then knew, that I too would follow in her footsteps. She had the travel bug, and passed that on to me.
And that brings us to now, me in Chile, so far from home, not able to make it back to say goodbye and be with my family. I knew before I moved here that this was inevitable. Death is inevitable. I knew it all, but I’m not going to lie, when it happens, for lack of a better way to say it, it really sucks.
So I go back to a phlog I did not so long ago, which I wrote when two close to me were suffering from loss. Now I find myself in their position…
Life is for living
7/31/10
