Pichilemu

Pichilemu is a world-famous surfing spot, but too cold for us to swim. We found a cabin near the beach and spent the next day as hermits inside. Bode and Jason took advantage of the wi-fi, and I recovered.

Once we finally ventured out into town, we could see why it’s so beloved. Small enough to walk everywhere, but enough surfing tourists and beach-goers that they seem to have everything a traveling family might need. Yay, a lavanderia!

One of the things that stands out about this place (other than the Santa Cruz style surfing vibe) is that when you look around at the surrounding hills… they’re empty. No condos. No houses. Just cows. Strange when what you notice about a place is what’s not there.