Valparaiso

Just barely two hours in the city and we were already perched on top of a tin roof having beers and conversation with new friends. It is open and loving, there is the right kind of fight here. People want change and hold art at high esteem. Just walking around the city you see spectacular graffiti art adding life to all the aging buildings. The streets are steep and most of the view looking down and out is at the sea. Its a port town. Summer said it best when she said it is like the San Francisco of South America. This is in the leaning and in the views and make up of the city.

¨Just speak¨ said one of our new compadres, Marcel. And he said this in English. Summer speaks so well that it is easy to just depend on her. But i am able to hear more in conversations and pick up more and more so my greatest struggle now is just to speak it without shame. I want to learn the language so BAD.

Two MacDonalds they put in this town and they straight up burned them down. if that is not a message i don´t know what is. Needless to say, there is no MacDonalds here.

We are staying in an old building with a bunch of artists and defiants. They are squating in the building. So there is a sense of freedom and revolution that rings true throughout the home.

A new favorite artist: Beto Martinez. I think he is local. You do not have to go in anywhere to find art. People wear it and dress there city in its awesomeness.

More bread and salsa at lunch today. It seems to be the national free appetizar.

LOve it. Love it. Love it.

What a special little secret hides in the edge of the south american continent!

till next time...