We had a little more than half a day left. We woke up to the first rain of the trip, so we decided to stay in the neighborhood.
La Chascona, the home of Pablo Neruda, the poet, was just meters from our hotel.
We didn’t know much about him, but a short film told his story as a poet and statesman. An excellent audio guide took us around his house, which had been restored by his wife after it had been damaged during the first days of Pinochet’s dictatorship. In fact, Neruda died just days later and his funeral was the first protest of the changes.
Our only regret is we didn’t visit his home in Valparaíso.
We then walked along Bellavista Street and found a jewelry store that Ellen has wanted to see. She has a new pair of Chilean stone earrings!
We had lunch at a recommended restaurant in the neighborhood, Galindo. The Aubrey had been nice enough to give us late checkout, so we packed up our things and got an Uber to the airport.
Our driver was so nice, speaking no English but wanted to talk to us so we struggled with some Spanish and did the best we could.
We chatted in line to check-in with a public health grad student at Emory who had been working with midwives outside of Santiago for 2 months.
We picked out a couple of piscos in duty-free and waited for our plane. We left on time. I caught up on podcasts and watched the live-action Beauty and the Beast. Before you knew it, we were in Atlanta.
Global Entry again was a breeze. We were counseled to move the pisco to our checked baggage, so we will hopefully see it again soon in DC.