Friday, 25 February 2011

Pain, the international language.

As an English teacher I’m always on the lookout for non-verbal communication, vital for teaching new concepts or words.  The Chilean people have a fantastic method for telling people of all nations to keep off the grass.  We saw the same method used in Santiago but we have not yet seen the tree these spikes come from.  I assume that there is a shop stocked high with barbed branches.  Should we buy shares in Thorns and Stings?

Valparaiso is by no means a harsh city.  I believe that if you lined all the taxis and buses of Valparaiso end to end you would be able to see it from the moon.  Some of the streets slowly narrow to a point where it is impossible for a car to go any further.  We haven’t noticed any air pollution and imagine that this is because of the proximity to the ocean and there doesn’t seem to be any factories churning out great plumes of black smoke.  As mentioned in other blogs the array of house colours seems to make up for the lack of natural colours here.  I have always been fascinated with trees being able to take root in the strangest of places.

Talluah embarked on her own walking tour today.  She wanted to walk at a pace faster than a three year old.  When the first steam trains were being tested it was imagined that the speed would suck the air out of the passenger’s lungs and send them to the choir invisible.  I warned Talluah of the dangers at walking normal speed and not having to slow down for steps.  She foolishly ignored my warnings and while the girls and I went to the library (our favourite new haunt) Talluah went on a photographicaxpedition.  (worth 49 points in Scrabble)   

1 comment:

  1. Your photos are beautiful and definitely worth another walk.