Pichilmu

this will be short.
I left Casa Chueca two days ago to come to this beach town Pichilemu. The bus ride was far longer than it needed to be and it filled up with schoool children and families - 4.5hours of stopping every few hundred metres to drop people off at their doorsteps!
the sky was clear as we drove across the arid landscape to the sea - but as we climbed the coastal mountains we could see clouds on the lip of the range - and then suddenly we were in mist - we descended into an erie spectral haze that whisped and streaked the clouds amongst the trees and by our rushing bus.
Pichilemu is a small laid-back surf town - indeed, Chile´s surf capital. i would say that half the streets are unpaved and half the taxis are horsedrawn carriages (not complete necessity - more novelty but still!) - Yesterday i rented surf stuff and went out into the frigid bay to chatch some surf - beautiful but tiring and I have significant chaffing from the wetsuit to add to my blistered feet. So today, as much as i would love to surf again I am laying low so that i can be in good shape for my farm date in two days! (maybe I´ll surf tomorrow!)
The hostal is shaped mildly like a boat but from afar looks like a walled bastion - it is right on the beach overlooking the black sand and the crashing waves that buffet the massive rocks. If I had to choose between the sea and the mountains, I would choose the sea because it makes me feel oddly full of possibilities and gnerally very free! It is so easy to breath out all your tension here!! so thats what I´ll do!
until next time