What I like is about 2013 is that every date feels magical when I write it.
I like this year’s date aesthetics.
And then of course, 3.9.13 promises to be pretty magical. March 9th is my birthday. I’ll be turning [insert twenty-something age here] and I’ve had the inclination for awhile now that I wanted to make this birthday abroad pretty spectacular. As it stands, I’ve had several notable birthdays, both US-bound and abroad. My 19th birthday was spent in Mexico, complete with a surprise Mexican birthday party featuring a pinata, my surrogate Mexican family and tres leches cake shoved in my face. My 21st birthday was spent hungover on a plane on my way to Mexico for Spring Break with Kelli. My 23rd birthday was spent in Cairo, Egypt. And last year’s birthday was one of the best, in Sandusky with all of my friends having a ball on the town and listening to live music from the Womacks.
But this year will be different. I’ve made plans to spend 6 nights on Easter Island, alone, in a cabana on the ocean.
I’ve made all the reservations; I’ll arrive on March 8th and leave the 14th. My cabana is booked, and all I have to do is get my gringa ass to Santiago by the 8th. I’ll go with my yoga mat, my notebook and plenty of space on my camera. (Oh, and clothes and stuff.)
I don’t normally splurge so much on trips, but the rationale is that I will never go back to this place, and I want to make it something quite memorable. Hence the non-hostel accommodations. I’m usually averse to spending more than $15 a night anywhere in any part of the world, but for what I’m aiming for here, my little cabana on the ocean was both a deal and a necessary component for the trip.
Now, here are some more pictures from life in Puerto Varas.