When we arrived at rental facility, we were greeted in
German. Yes—German! Not only that, but
the other couple that was there to pick up their camper were from Germany. It was the strangest sensation to hear the
conversations co-mingling in Spanish, German, and English. Sabine, a younger gal with purple hair,
checked us in. She was funny and
personable and was tri-lingual (at least).
She spoke Spanish, German, and English.
As we sat down to review the paperwork, Sabine offered us a cup of
coffee which we happily accepted. We
were tired and hadn’t had our morning coffee yet.
When she came back with the coffee, she put our cups down
and said, “You’re Americans, so you probably want sugar, right?”
We laughed!
We were anxious to get on the road, so we could get to our eclipse viewing location in La Higuera, but it took a long time to check in and learn all the ins-and-outs of the camper. At one point, when Sabine was explaining the local culture and people, she said, “It doesn’t matter what country you’re from, everyone here will call you a Gringo.”
Once again, we laughed. We really appreciated her sense of humor. She also told us what foods to try, and what we should try to see when we headed north after the eclipse.
We arrived in Santiago de Chile after midnight and after
gathering our luggage, we needed to find our hotel. We had reservations at the
Holiday Inn, and all we knew was that it was within walking distance. Instead
of walking in circles, Pierre decided to go to the Information booth to find
out which door we should go out. He
discovered that it was literally right across the street from the baggage
area. As we crossed into the hallway
between the baggage area and the exit, we were verbally accosted by the sounds
of taxi drivers aggressively trying to find passengers.
All I heard was a steady stream of Spanish being spoken
directly at me by multiple men. I knew
what they were asking, even though I didn’t understand the exact words, so I
smiled and answered, “No, thank you.”
They all asked over, and over again, and this time I just replied,
“No.”
Finally, one of the younger men asked in English, “Lady—hey,
lady—taxi?”
He and the others seemed to be closing in, so I put my hand
up and loudly replied, “No!”
I guess they got the message, because they backed off a bit as we pushed our way through the crowd and started to make our way to the door. The night air was chilly, but within a minute or two, we found ourselves comforted by the warmth of the hotel lobby. Once we got to the room, we talked for a few minutes before going to bed. To be completely honest, I think that we fell asleep mid-conversation. It was a long (but good) day, and we both slept soundly.
The next morning, we woke up full of anticipation for the upcoming day. Pierre flung open the blinds to see the view, and without exaggeration, it’s probably the worst view that I’ve ever had from a hotel room. Our window looked directly over a construction site. However, there was a tiny silver lining—in the distance, we caught a glimpse of the snow-covered mountains. We felt excited!
Pierre had arranged for a taxi to pick us up at 8:30 a.m.,
and of course, like any good Germany family, we were down there in plenty of
time. As you probably might have
guessed, our driver was late. Fortunately,
he was personable and friendly, and he spoke a bit of English. As we made our way to the camper rental
facility, he told us to look this way and that, as he explained what we were
seeing as we drove past.
He asked if we were here to see the eclipse, and when we
told him that we were, he was curious to know where we planned to view it. We explained that we wanted to watch at the
dead center of the point of totality, which was La Higuera.
He knew where we meant, and replied, “Traveling around Chile
is easy. If you want to travel north,
you take Route 5 North. If you want to go
south, you take Route 5 South.”
We laughed at the perfect simplicity of his statement. Oh, if everything could be that easy! Ruta 5 (Route 5) is 3,364 kms long and is part of the Pan-American Highway. The Pan-American Highway, a network of roads stretching across the American Continents, is a whopping 30,000 kms long.
Pierre and I took off on our adventure early this morning. We traveled from Washington, D.C. to Panama City where we had a short layover, before flying to our final destination—Santiago, Chile. We flew business class on both legs on Copa Airlines, which made the trip super comfortable and relaxing.
This is a new country and hemisphere for both of us, so of course, we’re excited! We came down to see the full solar eclipse which is happening on Tuesday. This is another first for me, and it will be the second viewing for Pierre. He saw his first full solar eclipse from Sweetwater, Tennessee in 2017.
Moonstruck is located along Wesley Lake in Asbury Park. This three-story restaurant has outdoor seating on multiple wrap-around porches that overlook the water. The food and ambiance were terrific. It was expensive, for sure, but well worth it. I had seafood stew which was their special for the day, and it was SO flavorful. For dessert, I had a pear crumble with ice cream—yum! I would definitely go back!
This week I attended the Structured Word Inquiry (SWI) Institute which was hosted by the Nueva School in San Mateo, CA for five days.
I hear you asking, “What is Structured Word Inquiry?”
The school’s website offers the following description— “Structured Word Inquiry (SWI) is a scientific investigation of words: how word parts, structure, origin, and history over time come together to tell the story of what words mean, how words are connected, and how they are spelled.”
I learned so much! For example, I learned that morphemes can’t be pronounced until they are within a word. In isolation, they need to be spelled orally. I also learned SWI is accessible to all learners—-Pre-K through adults. My brain was stretched all week, and it felt so empowering to learn so many new things in such a short period of time.
I attended a training this week in San Mateo, California. I found a cute little place to stay through Airbnb in the neighboring town of Burlingame. The house was built 110 years ago and it was absolutely adorable. It was located within walking distance of Burlingame Ave, which was a hot spot for shops and restaurants.
My host, Lisa, clearly understands hospitality. She left out an amazing breakfast for me every morning. No two were the same, but all included home made bread and pastries and fresh fruit. There were so many nice touches that made me feel so comfortable and welcomed throughout the week. A bowl of fresh cherries on the table, a tiny bowl of jelly beans in my bedroom, tissue boxes strategically placed throughout the house, extra toiletries, fresh flowers, etc. I could on and on, so I’ll just let the pictures speak for themselves—