One of the things that I find so hard to capture about what I love about Chile is this. Also, forgive me, but I have been in recipe development land, and old habits die hard. You’re lucky I didn’t take all the photos with a shallow depth of field, heavy bokeh and strange items in the background.
Grab some friends, add some wine, food from about six nations, three awesome cooks. Pour into one beach house, with great view and beautiful balcony.
Let simmer for three days.
Serves as many as will fit in the house, are willing to cook/clean/share/laugh/go for long walks.
This is Chile.
This is the beach we did not spend much time on, at El Canelo. Reason we did not spend much time there? Look at all the people!
The piney thicket we got to walk through on our way to the beach. The air in stand of trees was cool and damp, like someone had turned on the natural A/C
Not for the faint of heart, slippery of foot or short of breath. A view over the cliffs with this funny plant I always love when I see it, but forget to look for the name of in foreground.
I almost lost my voice shouting “Pelicans pelicans pelicans pelicans” every time they flew overhead. Thanks pelicans.
On a reconnaissance off the beach and up through the town, we found this painted sign, one of my favorite styles. You used to see them all over Chile, they say, but now I only know of one in all of downtown (near San Diego). Click here to see my other bread guy.
And if you time it just right, you can take a picture that looks like there are two suns. Which there never are. Unless you added entirely too much wine.