Exploring the streets of Santiago de Chile!!

Throughout the entirety of the trip we always get asked some questions….“How long are you traveling?” “Where have you been so far?” “Where are you going next?” And if your Jorgie,  “Are you Chilean?” (I just get asked where I’m from…I think the Chinita eyes throw them off 😉 )
So naturally,  we were really wondering if the look of the people change that much here in Chile. Everywhere we had been thus far showed us a very “European”, colored eyes, light hair, and fair complexion crowd. So far, we hadn’t blended in at all;) But right off the bus we did notice a difference. Long gone were the green eyed blond hair folks of South America….and Jorgie really could have been Chilean! 🙂 
Santiago de Chile is slightly smaller in population than Buenos Aires but with almost 9 million people this city is nothing to put your nose up to.  Like with all our first days in a new place,we go strolling around our hostel to get our wits about us!

We ran right into La Moneda. This would be the equivalent to our White House. Being centered in the city, you will find locals moving to and from work, travelers camera in hand alike, and….  

On this day, a group of “young” ladies voicing their needs!
(It doesn’t matter what age a woman reaches…our bodies may shrink, our hair may turn silver, and our muscles may go weak, but our voices….STAY STRONG! 😉 GO LADIES!!
    

Right up the street from La Moneda was Plaza de Armas.
This church, so far, is the most beautiful I’ve seen on the trip.
The outside,  had a very old, European inspired look, that attracted the eyes of everyone around it.

And the inside, made you believe that there has to be a God. With the dim lights, and reverent silence, Jorgie and I just sat and tried to look at every inch of it so we would never forget. I don’t know who conjured up such a romantic depiction of this House of God, but Bravo, Bravo.

The streets in Santiago were full of life,  but here, the people are in no real hurry. Stopping always to let women pass, not letting a person go by without a welcoming “Buenos Tardes,” and a midday chess tournament…apparently women are less interested in chess here;)