There are many, many things I love about being in Chile - and not all of them have names like pisco sour, vino tinto and cerveza, not at all. However, if I´m going to talk about loving - or not loving - liquid consumables in Chile, I must take a moment to point out that I should have brought my own coffee. This is the land of Nescafe, you know, the powdered instant "coffee". I use the quotes because drinking Nescafe is to real coffee as Kraft singles are to camembert - technically, considered in the same family, but probably not on speaking terms. And the atrocious cafe rarely if ever comes with milk or cream. Black Nescafe. Yum. It would go well with burnt toast, but there´s not much else I can think of. Fortunately, today at a meeting we were served real coffee - still not con leche, but a tremendous improvement already. And there is a place on the beach with an espresso machine where the espresso is 600 pesos, which is also okay. I´d consider dashing across the road in pajamas at 7a.m. if there was any hope of them being there...
But, now that my one complaint is out of the way, let me tell you: I love it here. I don´t think I´ve ever enjoyed a trip that was technically classified as work as much as I´m enjoying this one. It´s lovely. Heh.
Posted by Johanna at April 25, 2005 05:02 PM