It was awesome to see him lean back on the board, pull the nose up and ride the glide like a champ. All in all, this was what we had hoped to find in Chile - epic snow, clear skis, massive mountains and a resort all to ourselves. You really couldn't ask for it to be any better. That evening we headed back to Santiago, satisfied, exhausted and burnt to a crisp. Jim and I headed south on a cushy tourist bus.
Chile is the world's longest and skinniest country.
Unless you fly, marathon drives are part of the game. The eleven hour ride gave me plenty of time to slather my sun baked face with Aloe and to rest. When we finally arrived in Temuco, we cabbed it to La Casa de Juanita, a family home that rents out cheap rooms to tourists and students. The next day, we walked to the town square, which was pleasantly casual compared to the hustle and bustle of Santiago. People were out everywhere, selling stuff, running errands, and talking on street corners.