We boarded the Micro (mee-crow) and headed up the coast to the most beautiful look-out spot ever. And if you know Chasley, you know that this means one thing: photo shoot. Now, when I say we donned our cover-ups, I mean that Emily and I pulled on knit cover-ups and threw our hair into sloppy ponytails. Chasley, on the other hand, is a completely different story. This best friend of mine lives in a photo shoot. Even after we warned her that the beaches of Chile were not the fine white sandy beaches we're accustomed to and that we'd be doing a little hiking here and there, Chasley wiggled into white denim cropped pants, a white oversized crocheted top, and a black straw hat-- a hat that she carried in her hand on each and every plane we boarded... just for this one day, just for this one outfit. Just another day in Chasleyland, folks.
After our photo shoot, we took a detour to the ice cream shop en route to the beach. The ice cream in Chile is more akin to the gelato of Italy. All I can say is... I'm glad I'm back on American soil with zero access to gelato/helado/ice cream. That stuff is delicious and dangerous.
Ice cream finished off, we hit the beach. I settled in with a book, and Chasley and Emily had a photo shoot (duh). Long talks and lots of giggles followed as we stretched out under the Chilean sun... Now this is a lifestyle I could get used to.
As the sun began to go down, we walked about a mile down the beach to perch ourselves on huge rocks to watch the sunset. I can tell you this: it's impossible to watch an enormous sun dip into the Pacific and question the One who set it there. In a foreign land, in a hemisphere that literally tips your life upside down, some things... some One... is ever consistent.
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