All That I Left Behind: Reminders of Chile on a Chilly Day
We’ve been back for awhile now, but as we’ve gotten into the back to school and other regular, non-summer schedule season, I keep seeing people I haven’t seen since I’ve been back, so the “How was it” questions continue. And that’s fine, I have no problem with that, although Chile is already becoming a somewhat distant memory.
The change in the weather, from 90s and humid to 50s, cloudy and rainy has indirectly brought Chile back home to Peoria. The first reminder was this morning, when I decided it was chilly enough to put on a jacket before leaving to drive the “car pool” (my son and his friend from next door) to school. As I put on the jacket there was a crinkly sound from the outside, sunglass (as I think of it) pocket. I reached in a pulled out this:
If you kept up with our blogs, you know we rode the buses a lot in Chile, because it’s one of the best ways to get around the country. And if you didn’t keep up with our blogs, well, we rode the buses a lot in Chile. They no longer have much of a train system, so unless you want to take local planes, you take the bus. And even if you want to take a plane internally, you usually take a bus to Santiago and then get the plane.
There are several different bus companies in Chile, but we ended up riding mostly Tur-Bus. And as this ticket indicates, we rode the Viña del Mar – Santiago line quite a bit. But this isn’t just any ticket, this is the last ticket: June 4, Viña to Santiago, the day before Joel and I flew home. And yes, I did get a little nostalgic looking at it and thinking of that day, and the truck smashing Joel’s window as we got to Santiago, and how riding the buses was just a normal part of our lives, whether it was the two hour (or less) trip to Santiago or the seven hour trip up to La Serena. Sigh.
Now That’s Just Cold
My second reminder of what I have left behind came just now. Having survived the chilly day in our chilly house, where the temperature dropped during the day from a not so bad 67 to a chilly 66, I decided after dinner that I would give in and put on a sweater. When I’m putting on a sweater in the house I think of only one, the cardigan I bought on our family trip to Paris and London back in 1979/1980. So yeah, I’ve been wearing that sweater for a long time. But it’s a great sweater: warm, green and cardigany.
I had noticed it aging before, and Cecile had already done some elbow patching. But while in Chile it developed some frays and it just seemed that, as with my ponytail, it was time to let go. So I left this wonderful sweater behind, as you can see here:
But tonight, when I thought of going to get a sweater to put on, I just naturally assume I’d be grabbing my green cardigan, and it wasn’t until I was part way up the stairs that I realized, with great sadness, that I’d have to make a different selection.
So though we have left Chile, memories of Chile will continue to be with us in ways big and small, obvious and not so clear, and will come upon us unexpectedly in the midst of our everyday lives.