I wonder how Pablo Neruda would have felt having an elite service for wealthy travelers named for him.
On our return from Argentina, we had a long layover in Santiago, Chile. Lorena suggested we visit the city.
During layovers I make a little game of learning about the place only from what I see in the gift shops.
I’ve always maintained that the human brain is not meant for modern international travel.
We are continuing the obstacle course to home.
If this was a movie I would be anxious about our parents meeting, but I don’t feel this way.
Can you learn anything about a country from airport terminal gift shops?