
The Friday following Thanksgiving Mimi, Ruth, Caryn, and I attended a retreat in El Quisco, a beach town about seven hours north of Chillan. We travelled by bus to Santiago (and man, I must say, we watched some really lovely movies on the bus ride there. . .all containing extreme amounts of violence), ate lunch, and then got on another bus to El Quisco. It's a beautiful town, and the retreat center that we stayed at was less than a fifteen minute walk from the beach. The retreat was hosted by the Chile Maryknollers, and was definitely the most, um, interesting retreat I've ever been on, with very alternative ideas of spirituality. In any case, it was nice to get out of Chillan for a week and hang out at the beach a little, even though it was waaaaaaaaaaaay too cold to even consider going in the water. Meanwhile, back in Chillan, summer has truly arrived.
Here's a picture from the beach at El Quisco:
And here are the really large, creepy looking spiders that I called tarantulas (but really are not at all harmful) that were hanging out around the retreat center:
This is Caryn, Sarah (a Maryknoller), and I hanging out at Isla Negra, the home of famous Chilean poet Pablo Neruda. It was easily one of the strangest places I've ever been based on the odd things this man collected, but the view was gorgeous.



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