Leaving Paraguay on Friday morning was sad. I cried as the plane took off - knowing that so many of my friends will never get to see Paraguay from the air or have a chance to see what I will see. Being a tourist now, is fun. But there is a part of me that is pained with the harsh reality that many are not as lucky as I am. I wish, as hard as I can wish, that i would be able to take them (my friends and most of all, kids club) with me on a giant field trip, to see the world. But unfortuantely, I dont think that is very managable, at least for now. So in the mean time, post cards will have to do.
I am in Valparaiso, Chile. It is on the Pacific Coast.
We got here this morning around noon. Its beautiful. Its a pretty industrial. It had its big hay-day between 1883-1915. And died down after the Panama Canal, because it didnt need to be the stop off point between Cape Horn and California. It is built on a hill, and all of the houses are brightly painted (i dig it!). And it is sorta like San Fransico, in the sense that all the streets are steep and windy. And houses are precariously placed on the hill and look like they might fall off. (I doubt they will, but the streets are soooo steep they are tricky to drive on).
The ocean is beautiful, looks like Lake Michigan, but smells salty! I feel like I can almost see Australia. We are staying in a very cute neighborhood. There are many little artisan shops! Tons of them have great wool products and felted wool (I havent bought anything yet, but Im not sure how much longer i can restrain myself??).







