When we first moved to Chile, we got lost. All. The. Time. We coined a phrase to describe our being turned around out in the abyss somewhere: "up the mountain". We'd take a perfectly sensible turn and end up having to drive twenty minutes up a one way street because there would be nowhere to turn around. Or we'd inadvertently end up on the interstate which oddly rarely has exits that also have re-entry points. And don't get me started on the inability to turn left in this country! We spent a great deal of time proverbially, "up the mountain." Now that we know how to get around better, "up the mountain" has become a thing we do on purpose. A way to connect with our city. To exercise our dog. And to show our kids why we moved here. Most Saturdays I wake up to this kind of note from Paul who has made some tea and taken Julio up the mountain before the rest of us are stirring. Most Sundays, we hike our mountain as a family. We are grateful to live where so many beautiful sites are right outside our door. And we cannot express the gratitude we feel about having so much free time to enjoy them together.
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