Picture taken by my buddy Kirsten, during lunchtime at a little restaurant in Pomaire. We had empanadas de queso and Coca-Cola from glass bottles. !Que delicioso!
Here we have the sunset over the streets of Vina del Mar (and a slideshow terribly out of chronological order). You can't really see it here, but the hills are full of colorful houses piled on top of one another.
We were walking back to the hostel when we saw a young grafiti artist painting this. We asked if the cops were cool with his work, and he said the owners gave him permission. Pretty good job, eh? If anyone needs an alien-dog painted on the front of their establishment, I've got a connection for you.
These dogs slept in a row outside of the hostel. All day.
View of the Pacific Ocean, taken from the sidewalk.
A very big water with a very small Lisa-friend, bottom left.
The view from Pablo Neruda's casa at Isla Negra.
The back of the pottery-factory.
Two pots freshly (and perfectly) slung by some maestros of clay; if you look closely, you can see the feeble attempts made by a few of our fellow students, center photo.
A very colorful door in Pomaire, with the phrase "Here is not Pomaire..." The rest is illegible/I am illiterate. And I guess that phrase is true for all tourists. You see only the surface.
And you make a photographic representation of that with the help of a machine. Then you share those photos with the help of another machine. How strange.
From my machine to yours, hope you enjoyed a few views from my travels.
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