My Best Vacation

I don’t know if I am the wrong person or my life just doesn’t want to give me an interesting story about a notable concert or an unforgettable holiday. Maybe it’s me and that’s all. Well, whatever… –If here is a space for the English student expressions, I will quote an excerpt. But, if doesn’t, you go to the next paragraph… I warned you–. As a novelist wrote: “this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak”.

In 2020, the year in the world destroyed and restarted itself, with my mother went to Osorno, where my father worked during the first trimester. Just the family, nobody else. There, we wanted to travel for the near cities and know them. It was for four days, but, the so famous and repetitive amazing of the Chile’s south we really recognised in that travel. In four days, we were in Osorno, Puerto Varas and Frutillar. A bad travel, isn’t? Four days for a lot of places, but it was a disconnection, a cut of the damn year (independent of the “social explosion”, “spring insurrection”) within a place so singular, so notable, so admirable. I love the cold and windy weathers, places… And I love the shocks, the ruptures, the clivages. And the calm city of Frutillar, for example, with the Llanquihue lake waving softly, although several places closed because the “pandemic” already had forced that, in short, shocks me… Still remember when we ate in front of lake and those cannelloni with brisket in pomodoro sauce inside. The walks in Puerto Varas, with that humidity because the lake, in the morning or in the night, shook me too. My memory is fragile...

The cliché says: “I want to live in Chilean south”, “I want south”.  But I want those conditions, those weathers, anywhere, any country.