We docked in San Antonio, a main port for Chile. This is a poor area with limited water and agriculture.
On our drive into Valpariso. We passed many multicolored homes and murals and public art.
Because of the steep, narrow roads, most vehicles are small (not our bus).
Along the streets, merchants laid out household and craft items for sale.
We rode a funicular up to one of the three houses of Pablo Neruda, Chile’s Nobelist.
The house is now a museum overflowing with found and purchased items that he collected. (No inside photos allowed). He built his six-story house around his collection with each floor a single room filled with eclectic vases, copper items, furniture, and much more.
He felt toys made the man a boy again. His poem Le Sabastiana describes his philosophy so much better than words or photos.
The views out the windows are lovely. Our only criticism was that we were in the home for too short a time to appreciate it.
We had a delicious lunch at the kind of restaurant we would return to repeatedly at home. The salad, fish, rice and creme brolue were excellent, except for one potential disaster. Jerry told them he was allergic to peanuts and still they served him rice with peanuts. Anna Lee saved the day by eating some salad and stopping him from trying it.
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