Between the lush trees just across Río Valdivia is home of the Kunstmann brewery, a popular Chilean beer. After the 1960 earthquake destroyed Valdivia‘s main…
I spent ten days in February traveling through Chile’s Lakes District with my lovely friend Nora. Defined by towering snow-capped volcanoes overlooking deep blue lakes, sweet people with southern charm, sheep roaming emerald hills, salmon exports, a rich German influence and teal waters rushing down grandiose falls — the Lakes District is set in the bottom half of this ribbon-shaped country. Here’s a look at Valdivia.
Chile is not known for its cuisine, but all the fresh produce can save almost any meal. I feel like I’m in a movie every time I walk down the street in the summertime air, passing fruit stands and food vendors on every other corner. Being from Las Vegas where the only thing sold on the street is sex, I still find it hard to believe that in an urban city of 7 million people, you can still find fresh produce just feet from office buildings, shopping districts and cafés.
Oh yes, I am that girl. I am the gringa making a fuss about my coffee, declaring “I want I am milk, please … I am milk, it is very important.”
Every time I skip up the subway steps of a different metro stop, I feel like I’m seeing a completely new city for the first time. The character of each neighborhood is noticeably distinct, a diversity that continues to intrigue me. Just as I think I am starting to get in rhythm with the beat of the city, I remember I have a lot more exploring to do.
When you go to class 8 hours a day only to go home to 7 hours of homework: Friday afternoon drinks are a must.
