Of all the thrilling excursions and spectacular places we had heard about in the Atacama Desert, the Valle de Arcoiris wasn’t a hotspot that immediately captured my imagination. It was only by chance, on the flight from Santiago to Antofagasta, that the Llama read about a hike into the valley from the Sky Airline magazine. We tore out the page, folded it up and stuffed it between the pages of the guidebook I often carried but rarely consulted.
Travel is a roller-coaster. If you’re doing it right, you spend more time at the top than at the bottom, but every ride has its share of ups and downs. Back home, we talk about what a great time we had: “this restaurant was delicious,” “that hostel was great,” “the experience was not to be missed.” Continue reading
As good farmer-worshiping transplant Oregonians, the Llama and I understood our adopted state’s message loud and clear: go to your local Farmers Market. Expect to spend more than you expect to spend, and feel great about it. Continue reading
Perhaps one reason why Valparaíso enchants the pants off of so many visitors has to do with the sensual stimulation of the place. The centuries-old port city presents a feast for the eyes, with expansive views of hillside homes overlooking the teal-blue sea, while intricately painted stonework, doorways, and murals overwhelm an artistic eye. Continue reading
This weekend the Llama and I indulged in a one night getaway in honor of Valentine’s Day. We packed our bags for Bahía Laguna Verde, about 14km (less than 9 miles) south of Valparaíso. Excited to explore new terrain, we pictured ourselves hiking on the coastline, reading on the beach, playing ukulele and relaxing by a campfire as we had done on many of our backyard adventures on the Oregon Coast or Northern California. While I hate to say our expectations were ill-met, I will say that the Llama and I once again heard the universe insisting that we drop our ideas of what comes next. Continue reading