There’s a dance in Chile called cueca where both partners wave a handkerchief in hopes of luring their partner. They pull close, but never touch. Their contact is limited to the connection between their eyes and movements.
Santiago had that effect on me during a short 48-hour visit back in April. I was drawn to the architecture, the markets, the green spaces dotted throughout the city and the vibrancy prevalent the Chilean capital. Having no idea of what to expect initially, I was pleasantly surprised and anxious for another 48 hours.
Unfortunately, like the cueca dancer, I feel as if I was left wanting more from Santiago. The city remains a hypothetical reality, someplace I could live if I had the opportunity. Meantime, I at least have those 48 hours to look back on. Continue reading