the adventures of change man and madame ceviche

my parents in the plaza de armas

although images are worth more than words (say, perhaps, a thousand), the photos posted here can not begin to describe the debauchery had in a single week in this country with my parents.

a bottle of chilean wine on the day of their arrival quickly turned into piscolas in the hotel room, which led to a hangover in my 6pm class.

my city looking beautiful in the afternoon sun. my mother, of course, declined to climb to the top of cerro santa lucia. a bit too high.

the sunset in viña del mar, castle in the distance

my mother, looking beautiful and enjoying her favorite time of day, my dad using shadows to add to the mystique of his new persona.