When I was a young girl, Sundays were a day for families to get together for a leisurely meal, jovial conversation, naps on the sofa, walks around the neighborhood or property, and unfettered fun. The day didn’t require massive scale…
Preparing for Natural or Manmade Disaster
A friend from the U.S. recently wrote that citizens are being strongly advised to prepare for disaster, and to visit a relevant government website. As I was writing the post about my Feb 27 reflections, thoughts of what we found…
It’s All in the Bag
After almost three years of continuous packing and unpacking, I have finally come to terms with less being more. It wasn’t easy at first, for the temptation to pack my entire wardrobe was great. The “what if’s” long held sway…
Where Oh Where Has Llico Gone?
“… Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor: What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.” – excerpt for “Grass,” Carl Sandberg I wanted…
Eirinn Go Brach!
While peeling potatoes, in preparation for yesterday’s St. Patrick’s Day dinner, I contemplated how these Andean tubers had affected the course of several generations in my family, and the irony of moving to the land of their origin. My thoughts…
Mulchen, The Rest of the Pictorial Story
One of the most pleasurable indulges during our stay in Mulchen was the opportunity to photograph nature and to capture otherwise unnoticed gems of farm life. So, rather than carry on with a drawn-out tale of what we did, I…
A Weekend in Mulchen
Dear friends, who own a farm in the rural area of Mulchen, invited us to participate in the cutting of the wheat and to enjoy a little Chilean country living. Although the trip was wrought with mishaps from beginning to…
Traveling to the Top of the World
Summer is almost over in Chile, and to squeeze every last bit of enjoyment from the season, we embarked on two memorable trips. One introduced us to the pleasures and hardships of country living in Mulchen, and the other, to…
A Day of Reflection
Sunday marked the passing of one year since the 8.8 earthquake and tsunamis, and we spent the morning watching news programs that captured the events from beginning to end. We sat on the couch, holding one another, crying. We cried…