We have Rusty’s border permit, and after we got back to the campground I filled the water tank, emptied our toilet and washed the van. Layne had two large glasses of sangria with lunch in Pucón, so she is resting on the bed. Rusty is sleeping in the grass outside. All is ready for our drive to Argentina today, Tuesday morning.
Downtown Pucón with the Villarica volcano always dominating the skyline with a near of smoke down its slopes. Weirdly enough you get used to it just being there.
Lunch was scallops in a cheese sauce and mushrooms fried in garlic and olive oil.
Followed by a giant shovel of paella full of shellfish and chicken. We got a to go box and plan to have for dinner on our way into Argentina.
We sat by the window on a hot sunny afternoon and watched tourists watching tourists.
It was warm, close to 80 degrees and quite lovely in the illustrious municipality of Pucón. Why Chile makes its cities with that title I couldn’t say.
I was weaving through traffic and saw a read cap coming my way. I guess he’s not a federal employee on vacation. Trump has lots of supporters all over the place.
Schools start up in the next couple of weeks and we are hoping crowds will thin out and we can enjoy the fall weather working our way north before the arrival of winter.
Looking forward to exploring the lakes of Argentina next, around the towns of San Martin de Los Andes and Bariloche.
2 comments:
I read your adventures and think of the people that wait until they retire to begin to enjoy life. Then they are too old and sick to go anywhere. It seems your entire life has been and adventure. Marco Polo has got nothing on you.
Thanks Doug and Marco Polo never got to live in key west. Best wishes.
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