On a hazy Saturday in April, and at a bit of a loose end, we decided to go out for lunch. The place, Los Alemanas, a kind of German cafe, was selected by the Mrs. What she didn't tell me was that the route, south towards Rancagua, was about as scenic as a drive through one of those Chinese cities they show you on the news that are polluting half of Asia.
Anyway, after The Diminutive One had polished off steak, chips, onions and two fried eggs, followed by raspberry merengue and an espresso (in the time it took me to cut my sandwich in half), we stopped by the side of the motorway to have a look at all this.
Answers on a postcard for what you think liquidambar is. Maria wouldn't let me buy a small tree for the balcony (impractical) although later suggested we get a dog. Now that's logic.
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