I thought I'd give you a glimpse of the past few weeks. I've had these photos sitting around on my desktop, waiting to share with you. They don't have a unifying theme other than that they are snapshots of our current life.
Since moving to Valdivia, I sometimes feel like have returned to a place that I once new. A real place, with real trees, and real culture, with real worries and real mountains in the distance, with hillbillies that speak their special way, and with cold weather that can only be cured with big mugs of hot cocoa. In this place, I have neighbors that grow things like apples, and blackberries, lettuce and swiss chard and others who have mean dogs and spotted chickens. In this place, that is the real world, I get to make decisions like "let's put a hammock in the living room" or "let's ride our bikes to wherever we want." In some ways, I feel very much like I have returned to where I was before I ever went to the desert. To a place where I am free to do as I please.
And strangely enough, I think that bluegrass is also the tune for this landscape. Listen to my current obsession here.
^^ apple trees next door ^^