Yesterday I climbed Cerro Santa Lucia, the smaller of the two mountains you can walk up here in Santiago. Couples adorned every park bench, admiring the last rays of light as dusk approached. Sloped roads turned into steep, slippery steps as I neared the peak and my fear of heights made my final steps less enjoyable, but it was a great experience nonetheless. Sometimes in a city of six million people it's hard to find a place to "escape" into nature, so it was a pleasant afternoon for me.
Life at home has been fun. Yoya writes poetry and in addition to reading the 19 poems she has written, I've started helping her translate them into English. She knows quite a bit of English but cannot write as a native speaker, so she gets excited when she reads over what I've translated and it's exactly what she meant :)
It's another cloudy day so I'm bundled up in my sweaters to keep warm, and I now must start packing for my travels to the beach town Pichidangui later this afternoon.
