Before we left Chillan, we spent a night up in the mountains near a hot springs resort.



The resort.

We paid to swim in their pool.

The hot springs. They were closed. So we crossed a bridge over a mineral-red ravine, jumped a fence and wandered around.


Our cabin’s pet dog.

Nene and Steven help load the van.

Nothing will stop a van full of people going with gravity down a mountain except kittens.

Michaelis women are never truly content unless they have a little furball around to keep them company.