I am currently at a school where I volunteer weekly. I was talking to a friend, Isabel, about general discipline of students, the importance of parents’ active involvement in students’ lives, and so on. We started talking about the importance of teachers and how in England, Isabel’s home, and in the USA there is a general disrespect afforded to teachers. This is clearly reflected in their pay. Which is sad, because, as she said, “the teacher is more than just someone teaching the students something; they are their social workers and involved beyond the classroom.” She contrasted it to rural Indian teachers where they are some of the most important members of the villages; highly respected. It’s great that somewhere teachers are truly respected.

Take a break today (in the US) and tomorrow (international) from the endless consumption.

Read a book*
Go to a park*
Sing a song*
Write an email*
Recycle something*

Rather than spend a buck, spend it with those you love. Shop less and live more.

*NO PURCHASE NECESSARY

Alright. I got my act together and finally I am completing this saga (two weeks after the fact).

Well the next day, it was the day forecasted to have the best weather, we awoke, had breakfast, packed up, and set out. The prior night I stayed up very late copying a map of the park, Huerquehue National Park, from a book I borrowed from our new friend Jörgen, a Dane that has lived in Temuco for over a decade working as a tour guide. He was fun and had some top-notch advice; shame I didn’t take his photo. Anyway, we head out in our rental car towards the park. We tack up a hillside to get to the entrance and on the way I ask Jeff to stop and we get out and have a Sound of Music moment in a field on the hillside. Gorgeous.

We arrive at the park entrance, pay (I got the Chilean rate, thank you very much sir), and park. Immediately, as it would be, two dogs from a nearby restaurant/lodge run up and follow us in to the park. We thought after a while they might turn back, but they did not. We decided to call them Rapa and Nui (look it up, if you want to know). Well Nui, the larger dog got scared by some workmen sawing some posts, but Rapa continued on. He was this odd mix, short dog. He honestly must have been an angel guiding us, because he was with us all the way up and back.

Jörgen and the ranger at the entrance both had warned us that there would be snow prior to arriving to the first lake on the hike. Well, after ascending for about an hour, possibly less, we started coming across patches of easily-passable snow on the path. Eventually the amount grew, the trail was buried, and we had to carve our own way. We almost turned around at the worries and pains of one of my fellow hiking companions, but with the spurring of the other and Rapa forging ahead we followed. An it was worth it. We arrived at Lago Chico. Oh it was gorgeous, but very different from the previous visit, due to it being laced and partially covered by snow. Still the water was as clear and still as before.

We continued on, more snow, brief glimpses of the path, and made our way to Laguna Verde and Lago Toro. Oh it was exhilarating. One of the things I love about this park are the Araucaria trees, the national tree of Chile, that fill the forest at higher altitudes. We returned hiking down. Jeff and Mark had a few falls. I had a close call, but we all got back to the car safely and headed back to Pucón. We had dinner again at Café Fresia. Oh so good hummus.

The next day was cold and wet. We walked down to the shore of Lake Villarrica, followed, yes, by more dogs. These were strange dogs - they kissed. We did some shopping; I got a copy of the book Jörgen had let me borrow and the three of us purchased a wheel of locally made cheese. Yum! That evening we walked through the light rain to the bus station and caught our ride back to Santiago. I slept much better this time around. We arrived around six in the morning and the trip came to an end.

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This past week Jeff, Mark, and I took a trip down to the ninth region of Chile, Araucanía. “The heart of southern Chile.”

I had about two hours to pack after arriving back in Santiago from the church retreat on Sunday before I needed to be at Jeff’s house. I packed my things, plugged in the battery chargers, formatted the SD cards, and headed out to catch a bus. Well, if you have not heard, Transantiago, the transit system of Santiago, is horrendous. Understandably in the morning and evening commutes, but on Sunday evening. COME ON! Well after waiting ten or more minutes, the first bus arrives - FULL. Fifteen minutes later, another bus, PACKED to the second step. I have two backpacks on my back and front side. There’s no way I am catching a bus. So, cheerfully I flag down a taxi after another full bus flies by. I arrive at Jeff’s, we catch a radio taxi to the bus station and await for our bus. These buses are no Greyhounds or Chinatown Lines (”ahem, Robert”), these buses (TurBus) have seats that fold out in to beds and attendants walking the aisle to serve you a drink and lay a blanket over you.

We arrive early Monday morning to Pucón and walk down Avenida Brasil to Hospedaje Sonia. We get a room ($5000/person/night ≈ $10/p/n) and settle in. I love hostel travelling. We make plans for hiking and sightseeing, visit the grocery store, rent a car, relax by the fire, and get to bed early. Poor Mark, he slept maybe two hours on the trip down.

Tuesday, we wake up early. I am talking about six o’clock hour. Nothing is open, but we head out to see the city and wait for the grocery store (Eltit) to open (we forgot to get eggs for breakfast). We went to one end of the city to see a casino/hotel that completely burned down last month. It was quite a sight and at the same moment and from that point on, we had dogs following us. These dogs were not typical dogs either. There was one, a rather large dog, that picked up a stone and carried it in its mouth as we walked. It whaled and I mean WHALED the whole time. It even tore up a municipal flower box before our eyes in an effort to bury the stone, yet it continued carrying the stone and whaling. Well Eltit opened, we bought some b-fast items, cooked at Sonia’s, and ate up. Mark took me across the plaza near the hostel to Gloria’s flower stand. They were incredible (take a look at the photos to see what they’re made out of). Later in the morning we headed out for Termas Geométricas, but ended up at Termas de Palguín. It was a nice soak and cheap. Jeff had an accident which will forever be remembered. He ripped apart a wood railing in a moment of rage. On the way back to Pucón, we stopped at Salto El León, which was gorgeous. That night we enjoyed a dinner of typical comida peruana at Viva Perú. Try the Seco de cordero; it’s amazing.

More to come…

Last weekend the church retreated less than two hours to the south to a small town called Rosario for the annual church retreat. This year’s theme was the same as the title of this blog (”Following the Footsteps of the Master”). I had the pleasure of being part of the planning committee. We had some superb discussion and, man!, having the Word read and acted out loud is so powerful. The turn-out of the youth was excellent. The photos are better than my words.

Enjoy.