My belly is full of organic apples and almond butter with fresh coconut sprinkled on top. I can get whole spices in bulk and make my own curries, and today at the supermarket I saw 10 different kinds of pumpkin for sale for Halloween. If my life didn't revolve so much around food I could probably get by with a life in Santiago. That, and if I never had to leave my apartment.
No, but really, I miss Santiago.
I wouldn't call myself a city person, but I do enjoy cities. And I'm missing that city in particular.
We haven't been back since we left in April, 2008. And that's beginning to seem like a long time ago.
Santiago has a certain pulse, and as my best friend Magdalena says, it has a certain smell. (No, not the smog.) I miss Manuel Montt, I miss walking outside at 1am on a weekend and seeing people around. I miss the outdoor cafés, I miss people watching. I sometimes even miss people serenading me on the micro.
I miss our old apartment, weekend trips to Viña del Mar. I miss the wine... so much. I miss Bellavista's fancy restaurants and little hole in the wall picadas.
I miss people. Lots of people. Some are still there, some are not, some have moved on.
I miss the Chilean accent, seeing the virgen lit up at night from my apartment, I miss Casa&Ideas.
I even miss the Sunday afternoon stroll down Antonio Varas to my in laws house. The smell of my mother in law's laundry and the cold wooden floors of spring.
Santiago is the city where I fell in love. I became an adult in that city, in many ways when I went to Santiago I started a new life.
I miss it. Please pour yourself a vinito tinto and think of me. Cause I'm missing you, Chile, it took over a year and a half of absence to make this heart grow fonder.
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