Hospedaje ? (It's a big red building across from the bus station) On the corner of Carlos Richter and Arturo Alessandri, 5000 pesos a nightVisiting Frutillar, Chile would be like visiting Scituate, Rhode Island. It was quaint, quiet, and nothing was happening. We missed Semana Musical (an annual concert event)
by a couple of weeks. So by the time we got to Frutillar everything was back to normal. We were reminded of Copacabana, Bolivia; "Every day's a normal day," as one señora had told us.Frutillar sits on a beautiful lake with an immense snow-capped volcano looming in the background.
Unfortunately (but not surprisingly), we caught three rainy days and were never able to see it. We did take a few long walks down to the the lake, checked out the handicrafts (stall after stall of warm, knit scarves, headbands, sweaters, etc.), played some music and took a long nap under leafy trees.
We stayed in a nice family hostal, the owner, like almost all the hostals we stayed at in Chile, a sweet, old lady. Frutillar was so tranquil that we had time to catch up on our art projects... (sewing and macrame made for two of the most uneventful nights we've had so far.)
The real highlight of our time in Frutillar and what this small town is famous for was the kuchen, said kooHen (it's German). We made it a personal goal of ours to eat as much of this pudding like cake as we could.When we had had more than our fill of kuchen, we were off to more
southern shores.
mmmmmmmmmmmm.... seguro ese postre es muy rico.....
ReplyDeleteglad you went through parts of chile! I like this blog lots, I just never have time to read it. In any case, I hope both of you are solidifying your world views more than the rest of us have. :)
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