Not much to say about this. I was barely murdered by the erroneously denominated Pacific Ocean and its sadic waves, listened to a lot of Jorge Drexler, walked, played, beached. Fairly pleasante, aye.
Oh, yes, I also ate a lot of Dunkin Donuts. And palmeras and cuchuflís. Basically, the typical Chilean beach pastry. I could joke so much about them but I think you'd have to be here to understand them. If you get a hankering to visit, call me up.