A Sunday stroll

This morning, we, as Dad would say, woke up when we woke up! It was glorious! Walking out into the living room with all of the windows is still such a surprise. I hope it never becomes routine. It is too fabulous. We got ready and went to Mass at San Luis de Gonzaga. Apparently, the buildings here have neither heat nor air conditioning. The church was beautiful but very cold. We were all wrestling for Julia Grace's blankets.

Then we went for a walk or dimos una vuelta. The hills here are a challenge but there is so much to see that I barely notice the effort.

All of the walls here are covered in a mixture of beautifully crafted murals and grafitti.

Claire is modeling her new Andean hat.

Walking around here is so enjoyable. Around every corner is something new to see. Lots of little restaurants, art shops, and small hotels.

Starting tomorrow, we will be walking down the hill to the kid's language school. The Chileans have figured out a way to deal with all of the hills. They have these things called ascensores. For about 10 cents per person, you can get in one and it will take you half way up or down the hill. It is a cross between an escalator and a skiing gondola. The one we take, "el Peral", was built in 1900. So we will walk half way down the hill, take an ascensor and then walk around the corner for their school.

Sean appreciates the local art scene.

Up we go, up we go to the top of the hill.