Left: Phyllis in the winery sipping wine from the giant kegs. As you can see, I am already toasted.
Above: Phyllis and the salsa musician talking about the good old days at UPR.Above: Phyllis and Jerry in the Parque San Martin in Mendoza.
Today we went over the Andes by bus. We had the front seats on the top level of a double decker bus and it was the scariest thing I have ever done in my life. From Mendoza to the Chilean border it was fine. Interesting scenery and not too many turns. After a two-hour stop on the top of a mountain at the border, going through customs and immigration and had sniffer dogs all over us and the luggage the bus then proceeded down the other side of the mountain and into Chile. I actually can't believe we made it in one piece without careening over the side of the mountain. There were no guard rails, many, many switchbacks, falling rocks and an insane bus driver who actually passed trucks and cars while flying down the mountain. I invoked all the gods I could think of to get us to Santiago in one piece.
Santiago is just as we remembered it. It is a busy, modern city with people going about their business in an orderly manner. Everyone is well-dressed, friendly and polite. We found a laundry to wash and return our clothes in one day.
The hotel is where we stayed last time and it is like coming home. They remembered everything about us and treat us like family. It's really a B & B in a really nice neighborhood called Providencia. We had a lovely dinner in the same place we used to eat in last time and it was just as good. Jerry says he thinks he likes Santiago better than Buenos Aires. That is probably because he is not forced into doing the tango here. Also they have a good wi fi at this hotel. I am just relieved to be alive and in one piece.
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