Post apocalyptic rain shower, Steph and I decided to brave walking into town. Our 15 minute walk to town is fine during the daylight, but at night in the dark it´s almost impossible to see. Now add some gigantic mud puddles to that and well.. you can imagine our walk that night. Thank goodness Steph at least had a flashlight (Mr. Haberman would be proud). So being the brilliant person I am I wore flip flops and had to hold my pants up the entire walk into town as I slid everywhere. kind of hysterical actually. We went to dinner at La Estaka where we began with a bottle of one of our fav Chilean cabs and we ran into our new friend, Carlos, from the hotel. He was ever so kind to join us for dinner that night and we were rather entertained from there on out. Things got interesting when, we were finished with our bottle of wine, into the pisco sours and then boom, power went out. It was pitch black in this little adobe restaurant except for some minimal candle light. And yet somehow it ended up being a fantastic time! All of a sudden Pablo Escobar was at our table making demands for the power to be turned back on and our equally funny waiter had somehow become William Wallace. again, wine and pisco sours + no power= hysterical laughter.
Carlos,ehem.... I mean Pablo, we thank you for your company that night and esp. for finding us the cab to get home.
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