The road heading up the mountain was long and winding. All of the sharp curves were numbered and there were 40 of them. Every year in November they hold a bike race from Santiago to the top of the mountain.
Somewhere in that fog is Santiago
We were there for only an hour or so because we had to go eat dinner with some friends of the family whose daughter was going to New York for a few weeks. We ate at an Italian restaurant in one of the malls here . I had blue cheese and artichoke pizza and a chocolate brownie topped with manjar mousse. Awesome.
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