Hopefully this post was worth the wait!

We have returned from our long adventure in South America, leaving Santiago at 38 degrees, flying to DFW at 102 degrees, bringing many happy memories of a beautiful place with kind, polite people, amazing food and wines, and striking scenery:

However, the coffee in Chile was really terrible.  I can survive fine with my tea, but Anthony is seriously addicted devoted to good coffee.  Starbucks are ubiquitous, but they don't even make drip coffee there, and what they do put out is awful.  Apparently franchises in Chile don't have to follow any rules or standards from the franchisee.  Don't worry, we didn't try any of the other American chains we saw (KFC, McD's, Burger King, Domino's, etc).  We also did not try Starbucks ever again.  Look, they can't even get Anthony's name right!

On our first weekend, we traveled to the coast, Valparaiso, with Fran and spent a few great days there.  It was cold, but my kids are suckers for the ocean and a beach.  OK, me, too -- although I was cold I could not resist taking my socks and shoes off and walking in the lindo Pacifico.

The light and views at sunset were amazing.

The next day we back tracked a little into the Casablanca valley, where large wine producer Veramonte is located.  Fran's sister got us a special tour of the winery.  Wine touring and tasting is a relatively new concept in Chile, but they are quickly coming up to speed.  You do have to make an appointment for it, and although I've done the tour thing before, this one was superb.  An animated local girl with excellent English skills enthusiastically described their wine making process and what makes their terroir special.  Even Anna and Colin were engaged.  THEN she let us taste some of the recently fermented wines directly from the enormous stainless steel barrels.

It tasted great, but had not yet been aged in oak barrels.  It was exciting to taste the future potential.  Then she invited us to go inside one of the empty tanks - a big hit for the kids.

Then it was time to taste some final product.  Also known as time for Anna and Colin to watch videos on their iPods.  They don't enjoy wine tasting as much as we do.

This was a great tasting.  As we talked appreciatively about the wines, our host opened a special bottle for us to taste, not usually part of the tour (Ritual - a pinot noir).  Then a special cabernet, too.  Neither is available in the US, so we made our purchases, then we went to the place they recommended for lunch - Botha's.  This was a gorgeous restaurant where the chef/owner (a retired South African who fell in love with Chile selling mining equipment) greeted us, went over his oral menu (mostly Italian), then figured out what to fix us based on our conversation.  We started out with this lovely antipasto:

and what he promised would be the "best tuna you'll eat in Chile," and it really was.  He also matched it with a fabulous local pinot from a local vineyard.  Unfortunately, no pictures of the trio of pastas he put on each of our plates, but there is this stunning picture of Colin tucking into his spaghetti bolognese.

As we prepared to leave Valparaiso, the owner of our hotel gave us the idea to go to the beach and into the mountains to see the snow on the same day.  It was hard to talk the kids into this plan (not).

We took a different route back into Santiago, aiming for a place where our friend told us he'd hiked in fresh snow a few days before.  We got a little lost approaching the mountains, but got to see the beautiful agricultural lands that send us so much summer fruit during our winter months.  This time of year is their winter, and we stopped at a little farm stand and got 8 lbs of oranges for $4, plus inexpensive walnuts, almonds, and palta (avocados).  Finally we started our ascent into the mountains, and the roads got windier and tiny.  Unfortunately, most of the snow was melted.  We did manage to find a little bit of icy pelleted snow in the shadows, and the kids made the most of throwing it at each other.

As we paused here, a guy came out of a gate in a pickup truck, and rolled down his window to talk to Fran.  "They have great eggs at that farm," he said, showing us duck-sized chicken eggs.  "You should go get some.  Ask for Don Alfonso."  So we walked up the little dirt road, and asked three little girls who stared at us like we were aliens where Don Alfonso lived.  They pointed up the hill, and eventually Don Alfonso's wife came out and sold us some eggs, then invited us to see her little farm, with many chickens, cherry trees, and olives on a steep hill.  Don Alfonso himself came out to wish us goodbye.  Back in Santiago, we ate those oranges and eggs for days.

Eventually, Fran's brother Paolo needed his apartment again for a few days, and we heard about a sale on last minute airfare to Buenos Aires, Argentina.  Everyone said it was a beautiful city, and much cheaper than Chile due to the exchange rate, so we booked our tickets and said goodbye but see you soon to our Chilean friends.

We arrived in Argentina, and had to pay a hefty "reciprocal fee," just to get in the country.  Apparently, since our country makes citizens from South America apply for a visa just to visit the US, and you even have to pay to make an appointment to ask for this visa, they return the favor to US citizens and require payment when you arrive, before you can pass through customs.  Then you get a certificate in your passport that is valid for the lifetime of the passport.  We knew we'd have to pay it to get into Chile ($130 each of us, even the kids).  We did not realize we'd have to pay even more to go to Argentina ($150 each).  Man, what a terrible way to start your visit to a new country.  I renewed my passport this year, so now I can enter for free for the next 10 years, but Anthony and the kids have less than 2 years left on theirs.

Anyway, with that horrible just-been-violated feeling, we finally found a taxi to take us into Buenos Aires and to our hotel.  The ride takes about an hour, and the sun was setting.  It got darker, and more crowded, and the traffic in the center of the city slowed to a crawl.  Finally our taxi driver halted in front of our hotel, in the "Microcentro," on a crowded one-way street with two lanes of angry traffic, narrow sidewalks with rapid foot traffic, and it was a little treacherous getting our kids and our bags into the hotel.  The hotel was rather crummy, too, but was all we could find the first two nights of our stay after we'd booked the airfare.  For example, we had a room on the 6th floor, but the elevator only went up to the 5th floor.  We dropped our bags and headed back on the streets to find dinner.  The sidewalks were very narrow, grimey, occasionally the sidewalk was broken up, and crowded with many smokers.  We tightly gripped our children's hands as large buses barrelled down the lane next to us.  This was supposed to be a good area of tourists, and I didn't feel unsafe like I'd be robbed, but I did wonder why we left beautiful Santiago for this dirty, smokey, crowded city.  It didn't look anything like Paris, as was promised.

Fortunately we were just a few blocks from a great steak house.  Argentina, with its vast plains, is known for its grass-fed beef.  The place we went had an inground charcoal barbecue up front, with a few lambs and goats "crucified" and roasting in front of the coals.  In the dining room were many professional waiters, all male and over 50.  Some good Argentine beef and Cabernet did wonders for our psyche.  Colin had an omelette with queso y jamon, and Anna had a big skillet of eggs, jamon, and fries.  Also helpful was the considerate demeanor of our waiters.  Although we are very slow to order (since it takes a while for us to navigate a menu all in Spanish) and then we order in our marginal Spanish, we might be a server's worst nightmare.  However, the waiters were kind and helpful, never rushed us or even seemed impatient.  This actually was our experience throughout Buenos Aires and Chile.  Americans, not even in the South, are this friendly or kind.

The next day we explored the city, stopping in the Plazas to enjoy the sunshine.  Here the kids fed the pigeons, and maintained this still position for about 20 minutes, trying to get the pigeons to eat directly from their hands. 

I didn't know they could be this patient or this still.  Finally Anna had success!  You can't see her face but she was beaming.  A few moments later, they ate from Colin's hand, too.

Here they are in front of the Casa Rosa (pink house, like our White House) where the President still works, and where Evita gave her famous speeches to the people, and where Madonna filmed the reenactment of that scene.

We had lunch in a great little cafe overlooking Plaza Martin, and Anthony finally had a good cup of coffee, thanks to the Italian influence on Buenos Aires.  The next day we moved to a better hotel in a much nicer neighborhood (the Recoleta), and finally I could see why people said it was like Paris.  This area was filled with shopping and residential buildings with tiny but ornate iron work.  You could actually walk the sidewalks safely.

We visited the Cemetery, filled with amazing and ornate mausoleums.  It is a tourist destination, like the cemeteries in New Orleans or London.  Evita is buried here, but I was mostly moved by this small grave, of a young girl who died in 1968 at the age of 24.  Her father placed this statue of her and her canine friend, and a poem (all in Italian) which mourned her.  "Why are you gone, and why am I still here?  Why is there this pain in my heart?  I believe in destiny, but why must I go on without you?  Per che? Per che?"  It was so poignant.  Anna and Colin liked the many friendly cats who make the cemetery their home.

We also went to the Evita museum, which was quite good, explaining her life.  Anna was impressed by all the dresses, shoes, and hats of hers on display.  The Museo de Belles Artes was also superb.  We toured the Buenos Aires Zoo.  It was an old fashioned zoo, where they sold "Comida para los animales,"  food that you could feed all of the animals, apparently.  ("How can they have one food that all the different species can eat?" Anthony wondered.) Mostly people were just throwing it at the animals, which was disturbing.  Except for the llamas - they really loved that animal chow and would reach for it.  They did have some beautiful big cats in large enclosures, and some monkeys that lived uncaged on small islands in the middle of a man made pond.  There were also lots of large free nutria, those massive rat-like rodents, that roamed the place and swam in the water, getting fat on the animal food.  It was cold, so we waited in line to go in the reptile house for some warmth.  Sometimes, you have to hold your baby, no matter how big he is.

We did enjoy Buenos Aires in the end, especially the beef and the kind people.  They were easier for me to understand than the Chileans with their crazy accent.  Our last meal was at a Chinese restaurant recommended to us by our hotel.  It was terrific, and we were the only non-Asians in the place, but it was a little tricky figuring out what to order from our Spanish-Chinese menu (we did fine, though).  One day I realized Colin had eaten nothing that day that wasn't bread, cheese, butter, or jamon.  I made sure we got some apples to crunch on while we walked the next day!  We also did some shopping - I got some beautiful leather boots, and the kids got some leather coin purses.  Anthony picked out a great leather bag for work, but just couldn't bring himself to buy it when he saw it was made in China.  We did enjoy using our travelers' skills, and practicing our Spanish more than we did when we were around Fran.  However, we were all looking forward to returning to Fran and her family, and the kids wanted to go "home" to our (Paolo's) apartment.

Fran picked us up from the airport, shouting, "I missed you guys! We are going to have a party tomorrow, and you're invited!"  The next day she picked us up and he hiked up a cerro (steep hill) for some fresh air and beautiful views of Santiago.

Then we descended to go eat Lomitos - sandwiches of sliced pork roast, filled with palta (guacamole), sliced tomatoes, pebre (their version of pico de gallo, heavy on the cilantro), and mayonnaise.  They are incredibly delicious!  Fran's dad is a great cook.  Her entire family was there (she is one of 5 brothers and sisters), and they welcomed and included us like we were members of the clan.

It is their tradition to all gather for a huge family lunch, nearly every Sunday.  Anna and Colin happily played outside with Fran's four neices (aged 6-9) while the adults chatted and tried some of our wines inside.  It was a great day, and an honor to be included.

On Monday while Fran worked, we took the metro into downtown Santiago to explore.  The kids loved the free postal museum, mostly because there was an old telegraph machine and a chart of Morse code.  They had never heard of it before and spent a long time tapping out their names and other words.  We visited the beautiful cathedral and had a "hot dog completo" for lunch.  We also hiked up Santa Lucia, a park on a steep hill in the middle of downtown Santiago.  It had great views of the city, air pollution not withstanding.  There were about a million steep and uneven steps to the top of the "castle", and Anna and Colin decided they needed to get to conquer it, racing to the top.  I'm sure if it had been our idea, they would have complained the whole way up, but it was fun when it was their idea.

Collecting daisies at the bottom of the hill.

Hard to believe after all of that we still had a week to go.  I'll pause here and finish later.   Right now, in real time, Anna and Colin are in New Mexico visiting my parents.  To escape the heat of Houston, my mom and dad rented a cabin in NM, and were starved for some grandchild-attention after being gone for 6 weeks.  A&C were also thrilled to continue their adventures, and to go on their first airplane trip alone.  We can iChat with them every night, and clearly they are all having a blast.  Anthony and I are also enjoying a kid break after all of us being together all the time for three weeks.  Our kids are good travellers, and great to be around in general, but we sure are enjoying going to dinner/movies/Ikea without worrying about a babysitter.  The house is quiet and stays clean!  So, to be continued...