Yesterday, though, the neighbor's house caught on fire.
I would say that for average neighborhood fires, people gather around and watch as the fire department arrives and does their thing, and then folks eventually disperse and go on with their lives. That was not our day.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Our Little Santiago AdventureJohn and I ended up in Santiago, Chile, because of Trustedhousesitters.com, a site that connects potential house-sitters with the folks who need them. We found a 30-something couple who wanted to take off for a month to go on their belated honeymoon and needed someone to take care of their two cute little dogs, water the garden, and keep an eye on the pool.
|Mario - surfer dude good looks and hyperactive tendencies|
|Margarita - puppy-like coordination, cuteness, and |
enthusiasm (esp. for food); actually old and deaf as a doorknob
We arrived, settled in, and our first couple weeks here were actually rather boring. We didn't go out much due to our daily schedule of working, feeding the vegan dogs three times, 30+ minutes of watering the garden, etc.
We're in Vitacura, a neighborhood with one of the highest incomes per capita in Santiago and, to be honest, not much flavor. All the houses have high walls around them and angry, barking dogs, and the nearest shopping is an American-style mall with only the most expensive stores. There's an Applebee's nearby.
The point here is Vitacura = boring. And squeezing in a 1.5 hour round-trip commute to visit the happening parts of Santiago just wasn't on our agenda.
When we finally started squeezing in some time to explore, things got interesting.
John's birthday is on St. Patrick's Day, and a half-Irish Santiagoan told me about an Irish Pub we might try. A little cheesy to go to an Irish pub in South America, but whatever. Turns out they were having four days of celebration.
|Left to right: John, Oversized Leprechaun, Chris - a friend of the couple we're housesitting for|
|Plus they had a live Irish-ish band, Celtic and Scottish dancing, and |
the best-named bagpipe ensemble ever: the Andes Highlander Pipe Band
Our trip to the gigantic vegetable market, La Vega,was when Santiago started to feel like a real place, instead of Disneyland.
|Maybe the only photo you'll see of me|
So here's a preview of a few topics I'd like to expand on in future posts:
|Public parks: canoodler's delight|
|Street art: brilliant. Hoping to go into depth on this one.|
|Museums: closed on Mondays! Like everything else - but no one tells you that, do they?|
|Plaza de Armas: old stuff, performers, artisans, soapboxers yelling about Dios|
And that brings us to our most recent adventure,
|Don't remember signing up for this.|
But we had a GREAT view of the flames through the upstairs windows.
|Yep, that view right there. Post flames. |
The firemen in the foreground are actually standing on our building.
Frankly, our house probably should have caught on fire. John and I were certainly acting on that potential. The house on the left was less lucky.
Things that might have helped:
- it was cooler and damper than most mornings,
- the hodgepodge roofs of both buildings are metal where they meet,
- it was daytime so someone noticed the fire early enough, and
- John and an unknown man turned the hoses on the roof, after the dogs and I made it across the street ( ♥ )
|The landlady was out of town(!) so her son and ex-husband came over.|
Someone came in to help us turn the gas off.
The shopkeeper two doors down watched our bags (with laptops, cameras, passports, a small amount of clothing - whatever was in arm's reach) while I took the dogs to the nearest park to get them away from the excitement and John hosed the roof and kept an eye on the house.
Chris, from the Leprechaun photo, came over to act as translator/moral support until we knew everything was okay.
Belén, our very vegan local friend we also met through the folks we're sitting for, called and asked if we needed any help as soon as she saw the smoke-filled photos I posted on Facebook.
And no one next door was hurt. And they have family here.
|Me and Belén: goofy tourist photo FAIL|
So while it was a nerve-wracking and stressful several hours (with much lingering tension), we were lucky enough to be spared needing to find last-minute dog-friendly housing in a city we don't know, using a language we suck at.
And fires seem darn good at bringing folks together.
|But I can't even describe how it feels to see these poor people's house every time I go upstairs.|
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Soooo... hopefully my next blog post will be much less exciting, but I'm curious - which topics are you guys actually interested in hearing about?
No sense in subjecting you all to a long treatise on local high-schooler fashion (though it might be fun for me to take photos of the kids) if you'd rather read about the local raw vegan food scene (also a subject I have access to), or any of the aforementioned subjects...
Let me know! Either comment or shoot me an email/Facebook message. Thanks ♥