Returning to Santiago was a great idea. I really would not have any energy for a new country or city.
In the end, there were 12 of us, and at one point, house management called, to keep it down, please.
I left at around two, and walked home, but couldn’t sleep, feeling hungry. I have a few things in my fridge now, but then I am not a fully equipped household here… so what to do at a quarter to 4 in the morning?
Thank god I know the city – I just passed Parque Forestal, remembering the old guy with his Empanadas stand on the bridge over the Mapocho, just at the entry to Bellavista. Problem solved. I felt very Santiaguino in that moment.
The next day saw me sleeping in and then wandering around Bellas Artes – I finally visited the fine Museum – and the Lastarria district with its many cafés and restaurants.
I met up with Jonathan again, a graphic designer I had met on my first visit, for a nice German-Chilean beer, called Tübinger. Incidentally, a town only a few miles from my home town.
At night, I strolled through Bellavista and hung out in a few of its bars, for beers… I came home at around 4, and fell asleep at 5.
I think I am officially over the jetlag – these are totally acceptable Chilean hours.