A caña crawl through the streets of Santiago.
October 13th 2006 When Ruben and Katia meet me beside the Plaza de Galicia, I’m more than a little relieved. With especially poor timing, my Spanish decides to escape me while making plans over the phone. We agree to meet at 9, though whether it’s for cañas that night or coffees in the morning I’m not entirely sure. I’m still struggling to decide when Ruben, grinning broadly, comes up to rest a warm han
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