Isla Negra and Algarrobo (3/12)

Deb and I headed to the coast with Bob and Sylvia and some Chilean friends this weekend. We saw some beautiful mountains, lots of eucalyptus trees, and the vast Pacific Ocean. We stopped at the house of Nobel Prize winning poet Pablo Neruda. His house reflect the same boyish pleasures that his poetry exemplifies. He collected incredible shells, thousands of bottles, and ships in part, in bottles, or in idea. He boarded a little on bizarre. But, his house was enchanting and the view of the Pacific fantastic!

Algarrobo has nice beaches that are open to the public. The water was freezing, but that didn't stop people from swimming. The very young to the very old waded in and cooled off. I would need a serious layer of blubber before I could take a dive. I entertained myself by hunting for shells and sea glass. The rough sand was like a exfoliant for our feet. We did find some pretty treasures to take home with us.