I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Sunday, April 22, 2018


It's a pleasant drive from Santiago to Valparaiso, a couple of hours through valleys full of vineyards underneath wrinkled brown hills that reminded me of California -- if not for the signs all being in Spanish and the occasional llama, I might have been in the Napa Valley.

The city itself is unique though -- a gritty port town near the water, surrounded by steep hills full of bright colors, with art everywhere.

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