Recollections of Recoleta y mas.
June 25th 2006
As I disembarked from my plane, I did not realize two things. 1. How long the bus ride from the airport was, and 2. How great it is to ride the bus in a foreign land.
I was a bit concerned as I was cornered by an older gentleman. Anti-american sentiment is literally plastered to the walls as I drove in between goats and horses and overwhelming squalor. But what ensued was both magical and tota
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