Things You Don't See in the States
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First we will start with our house. It is what we would call a ranch style house. Most homes here have a black iron gate with a small garden in front. Apparently that is a Crime is an ugly sneaky little monster that have found his way to this small part of the world. The gates are high and help keep the out Thieves (Ladrónes – pronounced La-drone-ace). When entering the property you walk down a long corridor that spills into and modest Living Room (they call it – The Living). The furniture is an odd shade of burgundy and at least about 12 years old
Mostly everything is run on gas and the only things that are electric are the lighting, entertainment equipment, the computers and washing machine. The washing machine is small and can only fit a medium size load (by American standards). However, don't even think about putting your clothes in the dryer after they are washed. It’s off to the backyard (or the garage on rainy days) to dry your clothes. Do you know how long it takes clothes to dry in 30 to 40 degree weather? Well I do!! At least 2 days and that is if the sun decides to come out.
There is a huge picture window in the living room and you can see the entire backyard from the comfort of the sofa
First there is Tomas (pronounce Toe-moss), a 10 year old sand colored long legged mutt. On the surface it would seem that Tomas is kind of losing a grip on reality in his old age. He runs around in circles and barks at nothing but behind his wild eye is a well trained "Hen Whisperer." Everyday like clockwork he will break oven the gate to the hen house and let all the hens and the rooster out to run free in the backyard. They run around, try to eat his food and just wreak havoc for hours until he gets so tired that he falls asleep. Right at the point when they have stepped on his face, one too many times, or used his water dish as a birdbath. Tomas the “Hen Whisperer” rises from interrupted slumber, springs to a wobbly long legged stance, releases a thunderous “Yelp” and chases every loony bird back to the coop. Tomorrow this game will start all over again.
Then there is Sofia the cat
Next there is Felipe the rooster, I have nicknamed him Phil Boogie. He is the lone man in a coop of 20 hens. I must admit he is pretty handsome for a rooster. His feathers are medley of crimson and emerald that seem to shimmer in the sun. He walks with his coned head held high like it was a crown of rubies and this yard, patched with earth and stones, is his kingdom
Last but not least is POOKIE. If ever a hen looked like a CRACKHEAD it would be Pookie. Pookie is small skinny and has black patchy feathers. She has no feathers on her neck or legs and the feathers that are left and scraggly and thin making her eyes look unnaturally large. I know you’re thinking, “Why does the black hen have to be the Crackhead?” I don’t make the rules I just report the facts. If they killed her tomorrow to eat, she would not have enough meat to satisfy a refugee. She is definitely not a 10 piece from KFC; more like a 10 piece McNugget.
While all the other hens are pecking away at food Pookie is running back and forth trying to get a few crumbs. I can almost hear her saying, “Hey chica, you got a few pieces of corn I can hold. You know I’m good for it?’’ To this the other hens just peck and kick at her until she runs away
One of my favorite things is the Triciclos (Pronounced Tree-see-close). They look like huge tricycles with two wheels in the front and one in the back. They are used to transport wood or packages, or clothes. They are everywhere and usually driven by older men. I could not imagine how cold it must be to peddle around town on these contraptions to make a living. It is so funny to see a Triciclo with a few boxes in it and the family dog sitting on top the boxes going for a leisurely ride around the city. I usually see them when I am in a car so it is so hard to get a photo because Raul is usually going 80miles an hour. One day I was riding with Pilar, and she slowed down so I could take the picture. I thought the Triciclist would think I was strange leaning out of the window to photograph him, but like a true Chileno he kept pedaling, smiled and waved for the camera
Another thing that I find amusing is the Carros (pronounced Car-rows: but you have to ROLL the R’s). Carros are horse and buggies that travel around the town all day and night. Every morning I hear the rooster crow, and the clop, clop, clop of huffs from outside my window, and I am transported back in the early 1600’s into a small farming village in the 7th Region of Chile. I am sure this town has not changed much since then; nothing new but the millions of photos of Pablo Neruda, WiFi, and maybe a 6 more books at the town library.
Finally the one thing that I will never see in the states is LOS ANDES. The Andes are the world's longest exposed mountain range, and are the highest mountain range outside Asia. They lie as a continuous chain of highland along the western coast of South America. The range is over 4,300 miles long, 120 to 430 miles wide, and an average height of about 13,000 ft. The Andes extend over seven countries: Argentina, Bolivia, Chile, Colombia, Ecuador, Peru, and Venezuela; some are known as the Andean States. There are several active and inactive volcanoes on the range; it is said that Chile lies on a Ring of Fire. There is an inactive volcano that can be seen in Parral, and every time I see it I hear Johnny Cash singing, “The Ring Of Fire.” I am almost jealous that I only have 2 months to enjoy the beauty and splendor of the Andes, and Parralinos have Her for a lifetime.
I hope you have enjoyed this entry, and I hope you were not too bored with the content. Until next time my friends. Remember when the day has come to an end, the little things in life are the most remembered.
Chao y Mucho Besos (Goodbye and Many Kisses)
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