This morning, as usual, started the day reading newspapers. I learned some very constructive. A couple of tourists, Australian and she the daughter of a Chilean living in Australia, and reported their sightseeing tour of Valparaiso and spoke highly of the locals.
Then I went by car to perform various tasks. Other drivers are well behaved. Every time I wanted to change tracks, signaling it was enough to give me the pass.
When I got home I watched the Davis Cup between the U.S. and Chile, at the National Stadium. I was impressed by how friendly the Chilean public. The small bar of Americans who had, he encouraged his team no one will oppose reservations. The audience was very cultured, so that when a player American double-faulted, viewers educated kept silence, although the error with Chile winning the point. I seemed to be watching a game of Wimbledon.
Then I was with my son and his family who were arriving from the south. I had a nice lunch at a hotel in Pucon, where they were very well treated. Went to Argentina, San Martin de los Andes, where we brought several memories of painted wood, very nice.
seems a perfect day, the kind that makes one say, "how nice it is to live in Chile." Too bad almost none of the above is true.
In the newspaper this morning I read that the Australian tourist and his Chilean wife, while walking in Valparaiso, were attacked by criminals with knives, stole their belongings and left the wounded Australian. Planned to stay until April, but now I just want to leave.
When I came by car and wanted to change the track, other drivers rushed so he could not do it. Eventually I did, because I needed some clothes before crossing, but we had to reduce their progress I spent several horns and aggressive gestures.
Then I returned and saw the Davis Cup, where every time the small American bar chanted "USA, USA", received a deafening boos from the Chilean public. And every time that an American double-faulted or equivalent error, a cheer erupted, as well as the audience hissed when any opposing player was about to serve, which nobody does in a civilized country (except when a Chilean bar).
My son and his family actually went south, but when I had lunch at a hotel in Pucon, in the parking lot someone stole it, breaking the plate of his car, his belongings, his wife and daughters. He registered with police, but later discovered that the text she had been upset and saying he appeared to have been stolen before entering the hotel.
When he and his family moved to San Martin de los Andes we bought some gifts typical of painted wood. Upon returning, the Chilean Customs, not only recorded carefully all the luggage to him, his wife and daughters, but he seized the wooden gifts that brought us (translation: they were seized without payment), on the pretext that they were carriers of FMD.
Life in Chile could be very pleasant, if not for some (not few) Chilean.
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