One thing Mark and I were talking about recently is just how loud Chile has been. In Santiago, we had the apartment parties across the street with our favorite penthouse guy that liked to party until 7am on Wednesdays and Thursdays.
We had the kid who played soccer at 2am on his porch below us in Puerto Varas.
Even in the quite places like Futaleufu, we had dogs that barked until the wee hours and roosters that crowed a few hours after the dogs had stopped.
My favorite though was being awoken several times by a pig chewing and oinking outside my window right next to my head. I couldn’t help but laugh. Or when Mark woke up and said “what’s that noise?” in a mild panic, glanced through the window behind our bed at 3am, and was eye to eye with a cow.
All the night noises we most certainly will forget, but I don’t want to. It’s these funny little things that I want to remember always.
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