Landscape. The sea, when you walk through the sand, it’s always there. Cartagena
and Las Cruces are pretty close, and you can get to another point, just by walking
thirty minutes. These two old towns are part of one in many bays in the Litoral
Central. Its usual to see Albatross, Pelicans and Numenius. By night the rusty
city of Cartagena lights the dark sea with his houses over the hills.
Society and activity. February, the road that connects the different towns of the location are
just collapsed, the tourists are making feel their presence, once more in the
beginning of the year. In Las Cruces I found a diverse gastronomic offer,
little family business where my favorite ones, it was perfect for my budget and
the food was excellent. I found some great attractions, like a book encounter,
an amusement park, and of course, the hot sun and the beach.
Just luck. Parra's
House. Everything gone wild with just one situation.
I was conscious that Nicanor Parra, a famous Chilean poet, lived and was buried
in his house in Las Cruces. This house was a big one, with a great view to the
bay. My first day I just stared at his facade but in the legal warning of keep
away from entry I said “it’s okey, another day”. My last day, really, on my last
walk by the place, i decided just at last minute to see for last time Parra’s
House. Big surprise! An old couple accompanied of a young adult where coming. I
just stayed there as they were finishing a sort of tour by Parra’s house. As
they leave, the young man stared me back and said “Do u want to come in?”. And I was there! In his house backyard, and in
front of his grave. Looking across the windows trying to see a ghost or a book
that he once graved. Ten minutes that made those days the better ones in a good
while.
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