Since childhood, my daughter Marie always wanted two things: being a journalist and visiting Cuba. The first wish is already fulfilled soon. In fifth year and therefore lack the same for anything that is titled. With the second approaches have been of a different nature: cultural knowledge, long lectures about the revolution, Che and Fidel, even made his thesis on Cuba. Faced with such enthusiasm of the small, what can a mother? What would any mother if I had choices: to realize the desired trip.
In March last year decided to raise money, take advantage of promotions 2 x 1, 480 pesos to the dollar and European-style vacation planning our ten months in advance. On January 15, 2009 finally would travel to the island, would visit the museum revolution, the Moncada Barracks, the Museum of the Underground, the tomb of Che ... That day, at four in the morning, tired but happy, with my two children and our belongings we embark. At some point I remembered my old trip to Cuba, the long talks we had with Victor (father of children) on the future of our country, about what it would be Chile's democracy. It had been too many years.
In a second everything changed. The unthinkable happened yet meticulous and cautious as I am (obsessive, in the words of my friend Ely), who took up kit for the trip. There was something I never checked, nor even when I went to the consulate to get visas, the date of expiry of the passport. The day trip was the only passport to the day was my daughter Marisol. At six o'clock we were back at home. The only comment I heard was: it was not our time, there must be. Still, a couple of hours later we went to the registry office and there we found out we would get our new passports after only six days. In the meantime
had to do what we do with the tickets and so we are entangled in a long history, in which the possibilities of embarking on Cuba faded with the passing of the hours. Discouragement was rife and frustration, until finally at nine o'clock at night in a firm tone and energy said: "You guys, you lose your luggage, let's take what we do not need and we start tomorrow morning ... We're on vacation ..." The two I looked incredulous and began pressing. Where do we go?, Was the question. I replied that the North. But where? What? "Already, we are moving, less regret and load the car. First thing tomorrow we will go to the north where the road takes us, "I said.
opened the bottle of wine that we thought taking in Havana, we made a funny review of our tragicomic journey and when he returned to ask the question about the destination of travel. without hesitation said, Bahia Inglesa. I had no idea where he was, but once I heard someone was a very beautiful place
short, the lush Caribbean nature than we imagined children to the mysteries of the Atacama Desert. After more than 800 kilometers of road ended up in a paradise, with the same codes, the same faces, the same conversations I heard in the cafes of Santiago. Indeed, it was not what we planned, but we concluded that the most important thing was being together, meeting the target, which was to rest, spoiled, disconnect and recharge for this new year, family as we face many academic challenges.
All of this would have something to do with political events? I guess the conclusion will be clear that the goal for the next period, not to win elections to stay in power. I guess the only candidate in the consultation response to the conviction of the parties that compose required profound changes in the neoliberal economic model in the political system with a new constitution, a welfare state. I imagine it will not be more of the same ... and with them.
Seems I had too much sun and I'm imagining too ...
In March last year decided to raise money, take advantage of promotions 2 x 1, 480 pesos to the dollar and European-style vacation planning our ten months in advance. On January 15, 2009 finally would travel to the island, would visit the museum revolution, the Moncada Barracks, the Museum of the Underground, the tomb of Che ... That day, at four in the morning, tired but happy, with my two children and our belongings we embark. At some point I remembered my old trip to Cuba, the long talks we had with Victor (father of children) on the future of our country, about what it would be Chile's democracy. It had been too many years.
In a second everything changed. The unthinkable happened yet meticulous and cautious as I am (obsessive, in the words of my friend Ely), who took up kit for the trip. There was something I never checked, nor even when I went to the consulate to get visas, the date of expiry of the passport. The day trip was the only passport to the day was my daughter Marisol. At six o'clock we were back at home. The only comment I heard was: it was not our time, there must be. Still, a couple of hours later we went to the registry office and there we found out we would get our new passports after only six days. In the meantime
had to do what we do with the tickets and so we are entangled in a long history, in which the possibilities of embarking on Cuba faded with the passing of the hours. Discouragement was rife and frustration, until finally at nine o'clock at night in a firm tone and energy said: "You guys, you lose your luggage, let's take what we do not need and we start tomorrow morning ... We're on vacation ..." The two I looked incredulous and began pressing. Where do we go?, Was the question. I replied that the North. But where? What? "Already, we are moving, less regret and load the car. First thing tomorrow we will go to the north where the road takes us, "I said.
opened the bottle of wine that we thought taking in Havana, we made a funny review of our tragicomic journey and when he returned to ask the question about the destination of travel. without hesitation said, Bahia Inglesa. I had no idea where he was, but once I heard someone was a very beautiful place
short, the lush Caribbean nature than we imagined children to the mysteries of the Atacama Desert. After more than 800 kilometers of road ended up in a paradise, with the same codes, the same faces, the same conversations I heard in the cafes of Santiago. Indeed, it was not what we planned, but we concluded that the most important thing was being together, meeting the target, which was to rest, spoiled, disconnect and recharge for this new year, family as we face many academic challenges.
All of this would have something to do with political events? I guess the conclusion will be clear that the goal for the next period, not to win elections to stay in power. I guess the only candidate in the consultation response to the conviction of the parties that compose required profound changes in the neoliberal economic model in the political system with a new constitution, a welfare state. I imagine it will not be more of the same ... and with them.
Seems I had too much sun and I'm imagining too ...
