Chile is unbelievable. I have been here for a total of 5 days, which already feels like an eternity. Where do I begin. The journey to get here was a long one. This is my first time travelling solamente, the whole experience up to this point is too overwhelming for words to describe. It began when I boarded the greyhound to Vancouver. Saying goodbye to my family for 6 months was emotional. After 14 hours of travelling on the bus and an uncomfortable sleep, I was determined to get my visa from the Chilean embassy. I got my visa 1 oclock that afternoon, and somehow managed to book a flight to Los Angelas that evening(it was much cheaper to buy a flight from Vancouver to Los Angelas and then a return ticket from Los Angelas to Chile- I know kinda dumb hey, thats what I thought too but I was willing to prolong my trip to save an extra $500). That night I arrived in Los Angelas at 9:30. It was the night the Lakers won the championship. I had no energy to celebrate and plus I still had my hundred pound bad of luggage with me, so I boarded the first hotel shuttle I could find that took me to a hotel called La Hacienda. If you didnt already figure it out from the name of the hotel had a Spanish appeal- everything from the spanish architecture to the spanish staff to the 50 plusers salsa dancing in the bar gave it a spanish appeal. The next day I got up early and went to a electronics store to buy a camera. The camera I bought was sick; HD capabilities, 10.2 megapixels, top of the line. It cost me $500 dollars, but I got a sweet deal. It took alot longer than I thought to go shopping and it was time to get to the airport with only three hours left to spare before my flight. My last leg to Chile boarded at 2:30 pm. It was an overnight flight, and I had the whole seet to myself, so I just kicked back and relaxed. The time had finally arrived. All passenjeros dissenbark we are in Chile. Once i got through customs, I knew it was time. On the other side of the salida I would officially be in Chile.
