vicuna, nestled among the mountains, is tiny and delightful. the outside is made up of long walls and chipped paint that sometimes allow a rose bush to peek through giving a tiny glimpse into the wonders hidden beahind those walls: 20 ft tall hollyhocks, apricot trees, creeks, chilli peppers. piles upon piles of rosebushes, grapes, avocado trees, sunflowers, palms, plums, and an assortment of other fruit i can´t even name. and there, as you look past the garden are the neverending mountains. last night i saw red giants and blue giants and megellan´s clouds in clear view without a telescope and through a telescope i looked at future supernovas and other galexies and o´rion´s nebula and more stars than i´ve seen in my whole life. then today i went biciclying in the mountains and stumbled upon a forest of figs ripe and juicy and just waiting for me to eat them! i cooked dinner with a french man and now i am going to antofagasta 12 hours north. being alone is not so bad.