Get out of town

So this weekend is a holiday of some sort, and Richard and I decided to take a road trip. We got off late and motored to Vina del Mar, our first "stop". When we finally arrived, we both looked at each other as if to say "What?". We couldn't see what the attraction was, but it was on the Pacific, so we took a picture. I'm sure that in the summer this is a hoppin' place to soak up some sun, but we just decided to travel a few minutes down the cost to Valparaiso, the town that is supposed to be more exciting. We got there, hadn't eaten because we wanted to go to one particular restaurant. Valparaiso's streets were laid out, obviously, by a drunken one-eyed man with dyslexia, because the streets wind in the most nonsensical ways. The city is a port, and the residential area is on the side of the mountain, so each street we encountered was either one way (the WRONG way, as we mostly found out) or was partially blocked by garbage trucks SLOWLY doing their thing. We curse Myrtle for telling us to go down streets that were nonexistent, or to turn completely around. We finally, again, turned Myrtle off, parked, and set off on foot. We climbed hills through small streets that even the Von Trapp family wouldn't have tried to find their dream, much less a restaurant. Finally we let out a few expletives and started down. We met a drunk and his girlfriend, and they had a dog- our first Galgo spotting! The dogs name was Marcarena, and she was very friendly and unfocused. After tromping back down the hill, a very nice young man told us we could have taken a few "cut throughs" and missed a lot of the hill walking. I have taken a few shots of the "cut throughs". Also, a picture of the dog. We finally ended up at a restaurant on the water. I took some pictures of boats with the Chilean flag waving, remarkably Texas flag looking. Also, I took pictures of the city at dusk. I hope you can see them. Got back home now, and we vow to take the bus back to Valparaiso, if we ever go back again, and taxis.