If you know me, you know that I love adventure and seek it nearly every day, in some form or another.
Well, as I am in South America, I needn't seek adventure. It seeks me!
Hmmm.....Where to start? Oh...did you know that it costs $132 to get into Chile? It costs Canadians $32. The reason? The perception is that Americans are "richer" than Canadians. How fascinating. And it only took two hours to get through customs.
Off we go to visit the coast at Pichilemu. On the way, we stop at a few wineries. If Chile has anything to brag about, it is the lovely landscape and outstanding, under-rated wines. Oh, and they are quite inexpensive.
Town and after town seemed like villages in Mexico, with people driving wildly in and out of traffic, motorcyclists splitting lanes to get through faster, bicyclists with overstuffed goods making their way through all the mess.
And along the highways, every 500 yards or so, are fruit stands, stuffed with mangos, melons, peaches, apples, avocados, and other stuff I've never seen.
We cannot speak the language, so we just pointed and stuck out the pesos we had to let the guy take what he needed. Hope he was honest. Whatever.
Off we go again, but we were hungry. We didn't know what we may or may not come upon, but we did come upon McDonald's! WooHOO!! I was so proud to order, "Dos 'whatever' para dos coka lights, por favor." And I was even prouder to be able to offer the correct amount of pesos. (I still don't know how to say "ketchup.")
We then cruise through Santa Cruz, a cute little town that was setting up for a weekend of festivals. We were still making our way to Pichilemu beach. It was quite a bit further than it seemed on the map. We reached the beaches, and wow...they were beautiful! And were massively crowded.
We were so optimistic that we'd find a room there; huge mistake. We drove for over 400 kilometers and found no room; no vacancies anywhere.
Our only hope was to drive all the way back to Santa Cruz and hope there would be a room.
We weren't even tired when we got back to the town; we were dazed and exhausted. We turned the corner to see a huge structure with a sign, "Colchuagua Casino." I said, "I wonder if there is a motel attached?" So, I jumped out of the car...it may have still been moving, ran in, and asked Ricardo, "Vacancy, por favor??"
"Yes, we have one room!" "Hold on! Let me get my purse!" I ran out to get my purse, ran back in, and there was another couple in front of me asking for a room!
Oh no!! I get Ricardo's attention by flashing my credit card so Ricardo could see. O Mio Dios! He turned them away to give me the room.
We felt so fortunate, so fortunate and so exhausted that we decided to stay for two nights.
It really was lovely...and we really were lucky.