After a house full of Chileans (they kept multiplying, I swear) for the last month I was ready for some peace and quiet and to have a living room back last week so I thought I’d head off to the beach for a few days in front of the warm fire and solitude. Well, that plan didn’t quite work as the three Chileans also thought it would be a great idea to come along as well and that actually ended up being a fabulous thing.
We did lots of hiking and biking and general exercise which my body is feeling now (in a good way) and I got much more of an insight into the male psyche as well as perhaps picking up a bit more Spanish along the way.
Javier and Luis playing football on the beach, boys don’t just go for a walk on the beach at dusk they have to take a football as well.
It was a beautiful, but cold evening.
That’s me waiting for the boys to walk up a hill in the bush walks we did. I am apparently a very fast walker. I think I’d rather just get the unpleasantness of walking up steep hills over and done with. And I used to live in Wellington, walking up hills is part of life there.
If there is an abandoned mine to explore, a boy will go in it. That’s Javier disappearing from site in an old gold mine – the area we were exploring was a bustling little town in the early 1900’s but is now overgrown with bush and abandoned.
We also did the Cathedral Cove walk – the views are stunning from the top. I never get sick of going there.
After a 40 minute or so walk you get to see this. And lie on the beach and relax.
Here is the Cathedral part of Cathedral Cove. Very hard to get a decent pic of due to the bright light shining in the middle. I really do want to get another SLR. Been looking at Canon digital cameras online 
It really was a lovely four days with the Chileanos, where we managed to communicate pretty well and my spanish has improved ever so slightly. I have to say that going away with people who mostly speak another language to you is not a bad thing when you’ve had a brain injury as I found I could go off into my own world and think a lot and zone out on conversation easily. But the really strange thing is that I was dozing off on Saturday night in bed and I had Spanish sounding words going around my mind – though of course I must have been just making the words up? Or was I learning Spanish subliminally? Hmm, would that latter be nice.
My flatmate and his dad flew off to Santiago last night and he will be away for about three weeks (and the other flatmate leaves for India and Dubai for 5 weeks) so I’m going to make the most of some lovely time to myself here in the house.
