Dec 21
I arrived in Santiago around 6 am: early-(surprise, surprise). I admittedly caught the metro to the main plaza, and called my friend Easley Edmunds to arrange for a place to stay. I was originally planning to stay with my friend´s, Rufus, family but my time is cut so short because of my problems in Bolivia. Well I coordinate with Easley and then tour downtown: a couple of museums and churches, Blah, blah. I did meet three old ladies that took a liking to me and took me to lunch, their treat. One of the Chilean ladies spoke good English and actually lives in Maryland for half of the year. That was fun, then I met up with Easley around 7:00 pm. We talked for quite a while sipping on Pisco and flat sprite. Pisco is some good stuff, it is an indigenous liquor of Chile. Well we go out on the town in Santiago. Good stuff lots of fun. We meet some characters that were celebrating there birthdays. I met some of Easley´s co-workers. Then the funniest part of the night, Easley warned me about this, but every night there is this group of whores that hang out in front of Church which is in front of Easley´s apartment. The messed up thing is that from a distance these whores look so hot. I mean, its crazy. When you get close to them though you relive that there not girls at all but there guys, Wow. And, they are aggressive. They grab everything. You have to literally run away. We get home around 3:30 am, like a said a good night. The next day Easley goes to work, and I head to some wine vineyard in the wine country, with the help of a psychologist I met, Jakimn. I can’t remember what the vineyard is called. The Santiago wine country is very much like Napa Valley wine country… Well, I missed the first English tour so I had to wait until the 3:00 pm tour. Oh well just three hours. Well I am hungry and walk into the On the Run next door, yes that´s right ¨On the Run¨, and I spotted foot long hotdogs. Dude, I am all about footlong hotdogs. I had three and a huge coke. I don´t think this helped my hang over. Well I am eating my third hotdog and Juan fransico walks in with his three young daughters. JF knows English so we chatt eating hot dogs, and then he calls his mother-n-law who leaves near by, and invites me over for coffee after my tour. OK. Well after a great tour, and some wine, I call Sonia (71 years old) and she comes buy to pick me up in a 1980 hatchback, awesome. Her home is awesome. It’s a small cottage and it´s perfect. The landscape is beautiful, the inside is charming and there are snow capped mountains on both sides in the distance. I wish I could post a picture, fucking camera. Sonia even has Starbucks. This lady rocks, because I haven’t seen a Starbucks anywhere in South America. Sonia gives me I ride to the metro, and I get back to Easley´s to pack my bag and catch my 10:45 pm train for Villarica. I am not sure what Villiarica is but it sounds nice. So long Santiago. By the way the women are gorgeous in Santiago, its crazy. But, I keep hearing that the women in Buenos Aires are better. I will have to see it to believe, and this has to happen soon.