To celebrate la Semana Santa ( they actually care about Easter here, even though they call it Passover (FAIL)), I headed north with five friends from Oasis to camp in the Valle del Elqui. (Last time I traveled up here, we stayed in la Serena and Vicuña, watched stars from some epic observatory, toured the Gabriela Mistral pisco distillery, and swam in the Pacific, but I decided not to blog about it sorrrryyyy!). But you know me, I never give up an opportunity to stay in a town named for a highly alcoholic beverage.
- Bus rides
- + The stars and fireside conversations were out of this world
- ∆ The cars and quaint little house by our side were quite earthly.
- Typical Chile
- + Palta. Manjar. Pisco.
- ∆ Why hello, empty reception desk.
- + Nice mix of gringos and Chileans… yay Oasis!
- ∆ 2 blondes + 2 redbeards > 2 Chileans . . . People still yelled at us in English.
- Holy week
- + Seeing a via crucis *
- ∆ Madeline came.
Via Crucis —-sooo these seem to be a pretty popular thing in Latin American countries; at least, I feel I’ve heard about them primarily in Spanish classes over the last eight years of my life. Oh wait, are they all Catholic? Oh, yes they are.