DECEMBER 23RD LAGO RANCO
OMG! We went to the greatest town called COCHAMO! It is a Mecca. Believe me.
I meditated for a solid hour in front of this giant volcan. I drew a picture with stick figures but it gives a pretty solid idea.
We left COCHAMO—grudgingly, after a day and night stay. We would’ve stayed longer but we didn’t have any of our things—COCHAME was supposed to be a day visit—so we hopped a bus to RIO SUR at 6:40 a.m. GROSS!
The bus took us back to RIO SUR, to the cabin—rustic cabin. I wonder if he has running water yet? Or heat?
Anyway we hitchhiked—yep hitchhiked back to the cabin.
We actually hitchhiked part of the way to COCHAMO in the first place. We caught a ride with a semi flat bed—hopped on board and it took us to ENSENADA where we hopped a bus to COCHAMO.
You can just hop a bus to anywhere and pretty much at any time—if they are going your way or you are going there’s, they just pick you up and you pay on the bus. Everybody does it!
Anyway it was a first for me. I have never hitchhiked before and I probably would never do it in the states but here, well, sometimes you just have to go with it.
We went back to the rustic cabin and packed up. K’s friend took us back to PUERTA MONTE where we caught a bus that took us to PUERTO VARES where I had more KUCHEN!
I love KUCHEN!
Oh, in COCHAMO we found this lady, Kuchen Lady I call her. She had none made because her hands were dirty (fixing her toaster) but she said “Manana Manana!” Tomorrow morning! But we had to leave, poop.
I did not want to go; such beauty—an awe-inspiring feeling.
From PUERTO VARES we caught a bus to RIO BUENO (Good River)—wait OSORNO first—blah town and glad to leave.
Saw my first dead dog there at the bus stop in OSORNO.
On to RIO BUENO then to LAGO RANCO; a small town—bigger then COCHAMO but COCHAMO had only 70 people and for one day 3 gringos…us.
LAGO RANCO is pretty tiny though. It has two decent restaurants that served more than Completos or Churriscos or Churrianos. There are a couple of small Supermercados where we can buy some groceries.
At this moment we are planted at one of the two decent restaurants next to our CABANA(hostel)! 10 dollars a night or 5 mill—private trailer—WTF! Never find that in Valparaiso or the states.
LAGO RANCO misses the quaintness of FRUTTIOR or the remote, small town beauty and charm of COCHAMO but it’s good for what it is—which is our Christmas town.
Man if I love COCHAMO so much why the hell don’t I marry it?! Maybe I will.
FRUTTIOR was cool but we were so tired. K just laid her head on the table at the restaurant while I ate Kuchen. Of course. It was a very German town. The houses looked like Hansel and Gretel.
IN FACT, most of the South of Chile looks German including the people. Many Germans fled here before, during and after WWII.
I totally fit in cause I'm like half German! Everyone thinks I’m Chilean until of course I speak and I sound…not Chilean.
It makes me want to go to Germany though.
OH Oh! I twisted my knee jungle climbing a volcan in RIO SUR next to the rustic cabin. We also trekked to a waterfall which was more like a rapid stream with crazy exoticness—jungly fa-sure yo!
I'm thinking of Graduate schools. Still thinking of New York City, of the East Coast—of writing—of musicals. I’m so torn now.
Part—big part of me—wants to choreograph for the Spotlighters in Wisconsin, travel the East Coast, travel the Upper West and Canada, ski, write and then go to Graduate school.
On the other side of it—my roommate and I go back to Valparaiso after travel and we work on the new business. I haven’t told you about the new business. It’s confusing or at least the kinks still need to get straightened out.
Anyway I create a “homeish” situation—keep writing—get out of Valparaiso to Vina del Mar where it’s safer for me.
What do I need? What do I want? What’s important? Kuchen. Travel.
I will not leave Chile’ until the end of January, at the earliest!
What kind of job would I want if I came back? What would give me flexibility? Serving of course you dumbie.
Maybe I’ll start my intercambios and decide to stay in Chile.
LATER
I do love theater—performance—a sense of fulfillment has always come from creation of play—choreographing a play or even acting in it. It is me—why fight it? What do I run from it?
We are sitting by a wood fire in a restaurant in LAGO RANCO—I just want to take a minute to pause on that. K’s reading Poisonwood Bible, my roommate’s impatiently writing and I’m scribbling fiercely about, well, this.
1980’s Hair Band music, en ingles, blares in the background. I almost don’t notice the language barrier anymore. Almost.
If I move back it’s possible to live with various friends around the United States… Rent a room or crash on their couch and pick up a job serving somewhere.
Never stop moving.
OMG! We went to the greatest town called COCHAMO! It is a Mecca. Believe me.
I meditated for a solid hour in front of this giant volcan. I drew a picture with stick figures but it gives a pretty solid idea.
We left COCHAMO—grudgingly, after a day and night stay. We would’ve stayed longer but we didn’t have any of our things—COCHAME was supposed to be a day visit—so we hopped a bus to RIO SUR at 6:40 a.m. GROSS!
The bus took us back to RIO SUR, to the cabin—rustic cabin. I wonder if he has running water yet? Or heat?
Anyway we hitchhiked—yep hitchhiked back to the cabin.
We actually hitchhiked part of the way to COCHAMO in the first place. We caught a ride with a semi flat bed—hopped on board and it took us to ENSENADA where we hopped a bus to COCHAMO.
You can just hop a bus to anywhere and pretty much at any time—if they are going your way or you are going there’s, they just pick you up and you pay on the bus. Everybody does it!
Anyway it was a first for me. I have never hitchhiked before and I probably would never do it in the states but here, well, sometimes you just have to go with it.
We went back to the rustic cabin and packed up. K’s friend took us back to PUERTA MONTE where we caught a bus that took us to PUERTO VARES where I had more KUCHEN!
I love KUCHEN!
Oh, in COCHAMO we found this lady, Kuchen Lady I call her. She had none made because her hands were dirty (fixing her toaster) but she said “Manana Manana!” Tomorrow morning! But we had to leave, poop.
I did not want to go; such beauty—an awe-inspiring feeling.
From PUERTO VARES we caught a bus to RIO BUENO (Good River)—wait OSORNO first—blah town and glad to leave.
Saw my first dead dog there at the bus stop in OSORNO.
On to RIO BUENO then to LAGO RANCO; a small town—bigger then COCHAMO but COCHAMO had only 70 people and for one day 3 gringos…us.
LAGO RANCO is pretty tiny though. It has two decent restaurants that served more than Completos or Churriscos or Churrianos. There are a couple of small Supermercados where we can buy some groceries.
At this moment we are planted at one of the two decent restaurants next to our CABANA(hostel)! 10 dollars a night or 5 mill—private trailer—WTF! Never find that in Valparaiso or the states.
LAGO RANCO misses the quaintness of FRUTTIOR or the remote, small town beauty and charm of COCHAMO but it’s good for what it is—which is our Christmas town.
Man if I love COCHAMO so much why the hell don’t I marry it?! Maybe I will.
FRUTTIOR was cool but we were so tired. K just laid her head on the table at the restaurant while I ate Kuchen. Of course. It was a very German town. The houses looked like Hansel and Gretel.
IN FACT, most of the South of Chile looks German including the people. Many Germans fled here before, during and after WWII.
I totally fit in cause I'm like half German! Everyone thinks I’m Chilean until of course I speak and I sound…not Chilean.
It makes me want to go to Germany though.
OH Oh! I twisted my knee jungle climbing a volcan in RIO SUR next to the rustic cabin. We also trekked to a waterfall which was more like a rapid stream with crazy exoticness—jungly fa-sure yo!
I'm thinking of Graduate schools. Still thinking of New York City, of the East Coast—of writing—of musicals. I’m so torn now.
Part—big part of me—wants to choreograph for the Spotlighters in Wisconsin, travel the East Coast, travel the Upper West and Canada, ski, write and then go to Graduate school.
On the other side of it—my roommate and I go back to Valparaiso after travel and we work on the new business. I haven’t told you about the new business. It’s confusing or at least the kinks still need to get straightened out.
Anyway I create a “homeish” situation—keep writing—get out of Valparaiso to Vina del Mar where it’s safer for me.
What do I need? What do I want? What’s important? Kuchen. Travel.
I will not leave Chile’ until the end of January, at the earliest!
What kind of job would I want if I came back? What would give me flexibility? Serving of course you dumbie.
Maybe I’ll start my intercambios and decide to stay in Chile.
LATER
I do love theater—performance—a sense of fulfillment has always come from creation of play—choreographing a play or even acting in it. It is me—why fight it? What do I run from it?
We are sitting by a wood fire in a restaurant in LAGO RANCO—I just want to take a minute to pause on that. K’s reading Poisonwood Bible, my roommate’s impatiently writing and I’m scribbling fiercely about, well, this.
1980’s Hair Band music, en ingles, blares in the background. I almost don’t notice the language barrier anymore. Almost.
If I move back it’s possible to live with various friends around the United States… Rent a room or crash on their couch and pick up a job serving somewhere.
Never stop moving.
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