Santiago is crowded. Don’t even get me started on the subway—sometimes, the doors can barely close.
Monthly Archives: January, 2017
It’s hard to believe that forty years ago, a military dictatorship ruled the country.
“Mark, I’d rather you touch the cactus than take a picture with my Nikon.” Quick look around. Nope, no English speaker around. Hopefully no one understood what I said and witnessed this great parenting moment of mine.
After the holiday break, I figured the market would be packed with fresh veggies and fruits, so we walked to La Vega Central to enjoy what the Chilean Central Valley grows.
“Uh… I think I know why we heard a siren,” Feng said. He pointed to one of the hills. On a clear day like this, the giant cloud of smoke was unmissable.
January 1 was spent adjusting and doing nothing. We had expected the city to be dead and it was.
This is how December 31 started for us in Santiago. We wandered around the stalls of the busy street markets around Estación Central and watched Santiaguinos buying yellow undies and party supplies for the evening.