We brought Grandma and Grandpa to the Puclaro reservoir. It was especially windy that day.
Grandpa taught the boys to spit over the side to see how far it would go. I was thinking to myself...it's about time someone taught my boys how to spit.
Emily was wishing that she had put her hair up this day.
This sculpture makes music in the wind. It seems to be always windy at the resevior so the sculture is always singing.
We stopped in Vicuna on our way back for lunch. A local artist was carving figures in this tree at the plaza.
Talk about beautiful bouginvillia. It must be happy in the climate here.
When we got back, Evan taught Grandpa the skillful art of balancing coins. Bill took it to another level using the paper money as well.
We have been enjoying having Dave's parents here in Chile.
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