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Coming back
Jul. 31st, 2012 06:03 pmIt´s my second day back in Santiago. Tomorrow I catch the plane back to Syndey.
My holidays have felt over since I flew out of Cusco, Peru. I think I left my heart in the Peruvian Andes. I left Kat there too.
Santiago is a big, dirty city with no natural beauty to speak of. Luckily I made friends with two Dutch girls at the hostel and today we went adventuring out together. First of all we tried to go to the famous Musuem of Pre-Columbian Art only to discover it was closed. After that we walked to Cerro San Christobel and took the furnicular up to the top to take in the view just to find the smog was so bad you could only see for a couple of city blocks. Ah, Santiago...
I loved Peru. The people, the cities, the mountains, the language. In Peru I can hold a conversation with most anyone I meet. Here in Chile they don´t speak Spanish, per se, but their own derivative of Castillian and I struggle with it. I can catch the gist of things but can´t really converse. Peru and its people now hold a special place in my heart and I find myself thinking about going back, perhaps looking for work there for a year or two. Who knows, eh? If I could, I´d jump a plane back to Cusco right now.
Tonight I pack my bags for the 2nd last time. I have 1 night in Sydney then on Friday I´m home, no matter how unreal that feels right now.
At night I dream of the Andes.
My holidays have felt over since I flew out of Cusco, Peru. I think I left my heart in the Peruvian Andes. I left Kat there too.
Santiago is a big, dirty city with no natural beauty to speak of. Luckily I made friends with two Dutch girls at the hostel and today we went adventuring out together. First of all we tried to go to the famous Musuem of Pre-Columbian Art only to discover it was closed. After that we walked to Cerro San Christobel and took the furnicular up to the top to take in the view just to find the smog was so bad you could only see for a couple of city blocks. Ah, Santiago...
I loved Peru. The people, the cities, the mountains, the language. In Peru I can hold a conversation with most anyone I meet. Here in Chile they don´t speak Spanish, per se, but their own derivative of Castillian and I struggle with it. I can catch the gist of things but can´t really converse. Peru and its people now hold a special place in my heart and I find myself thinking about going back, perhaps looking for work there for a year or two. Who knows, eh? If I could, I´d jump a plane back to Cusco right now.
Tonight I pack my bags for the 2nd last time. I have 1 night in Sydney then on Friday I´m home, no matter how unreal that feels right now.
At night I dream of the Andes.
