Pichilemu is a windblown coastal town a few hours south from Santiago. We set out for a walk on Sunday morning, walking along the beach into town. It was pretty nippy when we started but I managed to get burned to a crisp later. For the next few days I had that slightly scarey glow about me. They hold the Chilean surfing championships somewhere round here.
After flirting with Cheeses of Nazareth and The Edam Busters, I settled on The Cheese Empanada. It pays tribute to the tasty Chilean snack that I am often forced to fall back on, faced with a menu of cows,pigs, chickens, rabbits and unidentified sea gloop (although sometimes the gloop is pretty good).
Tales of a Shropshire Lad in Chile is nothing of the sort really. Most of the time it used to be pictures of The Diminutive One and I, supplemented with snaps of whatever from wherever with whoever, but now Amber has come along and stolen the show.