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.