The Amazon

Posted on October 17, 2013 by kierstenmurnane

This year for the Chilean holiday of Dieciocho we decided to head to Peru. Kids get a week off from school and it is still the dry season in the Rainforest. As we try and hit all of the highlights in South America, the Rainforest was sure to be on the top of the list.

We flew to Lima from Santiago (3.5 hour flight) and stayed the night in Lima. I had been so excited to visit Lima. It is one of the foodie hotspots on the globe at the moment. So much exciting cusine happening and we are fortunate to have friends who just moved to Lima. Our plan was to go out to a great restaurant and let the kids hang out at home with their nana.

As we landed in Lima, we saw the blue sky vanish when we got low enough to the ground only to be surrounded by a brown haze. Once on the ground, the chaos of rush hour in Lima was nerve-racking. There were moments when we were hurling down the road with no regard for any traffic laws, lines or other drivers followed quickly by abrupt stops and creeping at a snails pace through incredible congestion. Because of the traffic, it took us more than an hour to reach our hotel.

Beautiful is not the first word I would use to describe this city. But, our dinner at Pescados Capitales was phenomenal. Talking to our friends, the food scene in Lima really is all that people say it is and more. It was just sad to have only one night.

The next morning we headed out to Puerto Moldanado. The flight would land in Cusco but continue on to the small town in the heart of the Amazon River Basin.

Our captan on the flight admitted that the rain was so bad he would only be able to make one attempt at landing and we would likely have to return to Cusco. By the grace of god his one attempt worked and we landed into a total downpour of rain. We got on a bus and headed to the Rainforest Expeditions main office in town. Since we would be traveling down the river in boats which resembled large canoes with roofs you could only bring a few small bags. We had to unload our other gear at the office and pick it up after we returned. We got out our rain gear, flashlights, etc. and got back on the bus to head to the river bank.

The rain was coming down in buckets. We were completely ill-prepared. We had on tennis shoes and jeans. Big mistake. There was a relatively high bank of the river that we had to traverse to get down to the boats and the river bank was complete mud with no steps of any kind. While the rain made getting to the boats nearly impossible without sliding down, there did not seem to be a back up plan. One by one we tried to make it carefully down the bank and one by one, we slid in the mud and pouring rain to the bottom. Now, absolutely covered in mud, wet and cold, we got to take the 4.5 hour boat ride to the lodge. According to our guide, they typically cut the trip time down by taking the first part of the journey by road, but the road had washed out so we would do all 4 hours by boat – the last hour in total darkness because we had landed late and night was drawing near.

It was absolutely the longest 4.5 hours. The kids were losing it entirely. There was really nothing to do but sit and think and Madie had seen a giant wall-sized poster in the airport warning visitors of Dange Fever so she just worried the whole way about the family coming down with this crazy jungle disease. I was also full of dread given that the last hour we relied on one of the guides holding up a strong flashlight off the front of the boat trying to point out any big rockes, river banks and turns of the river. The river is incredibly shallow at many parts so I just imagined us getting stuck knowing that pirranah were an abundant species in this part of the world.

We finally made it safely to the lodge. We had to take our our flashlights and hike about half of a mile through complete darkness to reach the main lodge. The sounds in the jungle are almost overwhelming. It seems as loud as New York City but with each sound being some animal marking its territory, calling its friends or courting a significant other.

There is no electricity. They have some electricity in the main lodge for a few hours each evening but none in the rooms. They have candles and gas lamps for the main part of the evening. Rooms are completely open – each bed has a mosquito net they put down in the evenings but you are totally open to the jungle. We were completely off the grid.

Rainforest Expeditions is the company we worked with to plan our trip They run three lodges in the Amazon Basin. We were staying in Refugio Amazonas the lodge which is the more family-oriented option and mid-range distance from the main town of Puerto Moldonado. They have a lodge much closer to town and another four hours from our lodge (so more than 8 hours up the river) and noted as one of the most remote lodges in South America.

The Refugio Amazonas lodge was very basic – a main area where we ate all of our meals at group tables, they hosted lectures each night and had a fun simple bar where people gathered for cocktails and drinks. This was also the place they turned power on for a few hours each day in order to charge cameras, etc.

Our guide Carlos was amazing and he led just our family the whole trip. He spoke English and Spanish but we tried to stick to spanish. Our first morning our plan was to climb up the canopy, a platform that was at the top of a giant staircase that took you above the tree canopy. From the top, Carlos used his iphone to make bird and monkey calls. We could see toucans, macaws, parrots. Really amazing.

We then hiked a few miles to the Oxbow lake and on the way came across so many amazing things. What at first appeared to be a thin feather boa on the ground turned out to be a group of caterpillars. The caterpillars produced a pheremone that attracted others and they all travled together in this long line one right after another.

We found a family of Tamarin Monkeys who came to see what we were up to.

Carlos showed us a tarantula nest on the side of a tree. He took a small branch to touch the outside to see if the spider was home but it was not.

We learned about a few of the more than 20,000 plant species that occur in the rainforests of southeastern Peru. Many are used by locals for medicinal purposes, art, cermonies or food. We found these great leaves that when crushed gave off a great red coloring used by many for decorative things.

We saw many termite mounds including those built on tree trunks. Carlos explained that locals like to eat termites so John, Madie and Jack were brave enough to try them.

So many interesting animals. Nowhere else on the planet exists a forest that has more than 600 species of birds, well over 100 species of mammals and more than 100 species of reptiles and amphibians.

When we reached the Oxbow lake we boarded a small kayak to explore. This Oxbow lake formed when a bend in the river got cut off from its main channel. The lake is very quiet and tranquil creating a habitat for marsh grasses and many interesting animals that live in these backwater lagoons.

First off was the Hoatzin, a bird that is a cross between a pheasant and a feathered dinosaur, they live right around the edge of the water and make odd grunting noises. The locals call it a “Stink bird” because of the bad odor it gives off.

We were on the lookout for Black Caimans and giant Anacondas. Thankfully we didn’t come across either that day.

We did find a family of bats that were sleeping on the underside of a tree log.

We also saw amazing dragonflies.

As we parked out boat on the other side of the river we ventured out to see one of the largest trees in the rainforest – the Kapok.

Finally as we got back to the other side of the river we came across a group of leafcutter ants. We watched as this incredibly long procession of ants, each carrying a small cut of leaf, walked diligently quite a distance to their nest. We learned that they don’t use the leaves for food but instead, they chew up the leaves, spit them out and eat the fungus that grows. Almost every insect or animal had an fascinating story.

Since most of the activities would begin very early in the morning, we would arrive back at the main lodge an hour or two before lunch and have the chance to relax.

After lunch we took a boat across the Tambopata River to explore a working local farm which grows a huge variety of fruits and vegetables. On the way to the farm we came across what appeared to be a butterfly clay lick. There are more than 1000 species of butterflies in the rainforest of Tambopata.

The owner of the farm showed us all the crops he manages including so many things we had never heard of. We also saw monkeys and heard macaws fly overhead.

Each night we would gather in the main lodge and eat dinner with our guide. This was not your typical hotel buffet. The food was very simple peruvian food as if you were a guest in someone’s home. Since I don’t eat meat, I had a very strange version of tofu patty dressed in a different sauce each night. Kids didn’t see anything they recognized at any meal.

The second day we woke up early and headed to the macaw clay lick. We took a short boat ride followed by an hour-long hike through the rainforest to a clay lick for macaws.

A few miles up stream we saw what looked like a White Heron but looking closely he had this vibrant blue head and baby blue beak. He is the Capped Heron.

When we got to the area of the river bank where we would start our hour-long hike through the jungle, we were greeted by a Capibara which is the world’s largest rodent weighing as much as 100 pounds.

After just a few minutes of walking our guide spotted a red howler monkey sleeping in a tree. We watched him for a while until he moved on in the tree canopy.

Just a few steps later our guide spotted a Tarantula nest. The guide had us gather around this large hole that looked like a giant burrow bigger than a rabbit. It was home to the second largest spider in the world – Araña Pollito – or chicken spider. As we all stood around this giant burrow, we were told to be very still and completely quiet since the spider can sense vibrations. Our guide took a tree branch and slowly moved it into the hole. As he pulled it back out, this giant spider the size of a dinner plate followed. Knowing we had to remain perfectly quiet, I put my hand over Madie’s mouth because I knew she was going to scream. As I looked over I saw tears coming down her cheeks. It was the most insane animal I have ever seen in the wild by far. I’m just sorry our photos don’t provide any perspective on how big he actually was.

Here was a red-necked woodpecker.

When we finally made it to the Macaw clay lick we were asked to stay behind a covered grass hut that had small holes poked out where you could view the clay lick. We were so fortunate because our guide says it is very difficult to know if the Macaws will visit one day or not. We saw more that we could count. It was amazing. We sat and watched them for an hour and then slowly they started to fly away in pairs (Macaws mate for life) or small groups until all the birds had left the Clay Lick. I found this great video someone produced about the Macaws in the Tambopata National Reserve.

As we made our way back to the boat we came across many smaller creatures including this crying beetle, which gets its name because it makes a high-pitched whiny cry when it is disturbed.

On our last afternoon we decided to do a canopy climb. We were thinking it would be a zipline experience through the tree canopy. We discovered when we went to the training that we would have to lift ourselves 30 meters up to reach a high platform above the tree canopy. We thought Madie could probably do it but we were not at all sure about the rest of us.

It was incredibly tough but all of us reached the top just in time to see the sun set over the Tambopata River. John and the kids also saw a toucan land on the adjacent tree. Super cool. I would recommend being very clear on what you are signing up for. Zipline is a bit different than physically pulling yourself up 30 meters.

We ended the day with a trip to spot Caymans in the pitch darkness of night in a canoe. We saw a White Caiman and Spectacled Caiman on the river banks that quickly found the water as we approached. Our photos don’t do it justice. It was amazing being on the water at night.

We also took a night hike to discover the nocturnal animals. We saw two snakes: a Whip Snake and a Blunt-headed tree snake, the Amazon Pigmy Owl, White-throated Ant Bird, Tailless Scorpian, Sheep Frog, Cane Toad and glow worms. And, after the kids went to bed, John and I headed to the main lodge to have a beer and the generator went out so we sat in the dark with candles while the bats flew around us. It is not for the faint of heart.

I have to say this was one of the most incredible adventures we have had. Rainforest Expeditions was amazing. It was incredible to be totally off the grid for 4 days exploring such a remote part of the world.

Biking and Hiking in Farrellones

Posted on March 21, 2013 by kierstenmurnane

On Saturdays, John has started road biking on Farrellones which is the road that leads up to the ski resorts not far from our house. Outdoor activities abound here and cycling is a big one. He recently purchased a new bike in New York City on a layover (Bikes are SO expensive in Chile) and has found two work colleagues who are serious cyclers and have given him great guidance. He is big time now – even has the shoes that snap in and the bike pants with the padding.

The big thing here is to cycle up these incredible mountains. Cycling up Farrellones starts with a 16km ride that rises about 1500m and then there is a second phase with 40 numbered switchbacks to the Valle Nevado Ski Resort which is about 45km from our house. The past few weeks they have made it to turn 15 – in total about 24 kilometers and a 2500 meter climb.

There is an incredible park at “turn 15” called Parque Cordillera Yerba Loca. We thought it would be fun for us to see John’s crazy bike route while finding an extraordinary place to Hike.

So on Sunday, we made the drive up and went for a hike with the kids. We ended up going only 1 hour out and coming back because we got such a late start but it was spectacular. I’ve posted below a bunch of photos from the hike. It was great for the kids because there were cows around every turn and horses off in the distance.

Parque Cordillera Yerba Loca has a hike to a Glacair La Paloma where you hike for 19.24 kilometers (about 9 hours they suggest) and you get to the foot of this remarkable Glacier. John and I have decided we need to do it before we leave Chile. They also have a hike in the winter that takes you to a giant frozen waterfall where you can go ice climbing. People say it is the best place in South America for ice climbing. Not sure we will try that one.

The kids are always incredibly proud at the end of a hike. We are all going to be outdoor adventure sports enthusiasts before we leave. The topography of Santiago is so amazing that it is hard to believe this hike was just a random Sunday outing.

Bad Assumptions

Posted on February 25, 2013 by kierstenmurnane

Some people warned us that Chile was not known for its cuisine. That never bothered me because I love to cook and I assumed that since the US imports much of its fruit and vegetables from Chile, I would have plenty of spectacular raw ingredients. Not a big deal if we didn’t eat out as much.

When we came to visit before moving, we visited a grocery store to get a sense for food in Chile. On the surface, nothing felt all that different. The supermarket felt like any US suburban grocery store with a larger variety of sausages and no Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.

My first real grocery shopping trip surprised me. The first time I had to gather specific items into a cart, I got overwhelmed and went home. Really. This is not typical for me. I love grocery stores. On my second visit, I came home with the most random assortment of things: hotdogs, oranges, and Diet Coke (which is sold by the single can and incredibly expensive). My third visit, I went to the store with a specific meal in mind thinking that would help. It didn’t. I couldn’t find half of the ingredients and those that I did find were twice the price I was used to paying in the US.

For instnce, they don’t have Bacon. They have Procuitto, which I’ve now purchased four different brands in an attempt to replace bacon in the mornings. The kids stare at these small salty little bits of pork and wonder what it might be. American Cheese is something we had prepared to leave behind. But, isn’t American Cheese just a bland cheese that melts easily? Who knew those characteristics were so unique? Vanilla yogurt is another example of something we miss. In Chile, there is an entire isle in the grocery store- both sides- dedicated to yogurt variations but there is no simple vanilla yogurt.

And, I have my own issues. Chileans like instant coffee with warm milk. While I have found a somewhat decent brand of ground coffee (among an entire aisle of instant brands), Half-and-Half does not exist. In fact, they do not have any fresh milk of any kind. When I inquire about suggested alternatives for half-and-half specifically I get a lot of “condensed milk” suggestions or a powdered Nestle creamer. They do have something called Crema, which I went to first, but John describes it as ice cream for my coffee. I can only imagine how large I will get if I use this as an alternative. My latest attempt is to take a milk container and mix the crema with milk. I will continue to work on the ratios.

My other assumption, the raw ingredients piece, was wrong as well. Turns out that they export all the best fruits and vegetables to the US completely skipping grocery stores here. In Jumbo, the big supermarket (which really resembles a Target in almost every way) there is one small special case in the fresh fruit and vegetable area where they keep a small offering of high-quality fruit that is exported. You have to seek help from the person behind the counter and the additional cost is unbelievable (a $10 bunch of grapes). You would honestly think I was seeking fresh french truffles.

I have yet to find the organic free-range chicken. I think they would simply stare at me if I asked where I might find that in the supermarket. They do not have any market for organic foods here – let alone organic meat or chicken. In fact, the chicken all comes “con marinado” or with a salt marinade. It couldn’t possibly be less healthy.

The country that gave us Chilean Sea Bass doesn’t eat a lot of seafood that we would recognize. At Mercado Central, which is the fresh fish market in downtown Santiago, always noted as one of the top food markets in the world, has hundreds of stalls offering fresh seafood of all kinds but it is incredibly difficult to navigate. Often, we have purchased seafood only to realize it has gone bad when we get it home. They carry lots of odd crustaceans that I have no idea what to do with. I’m contemplating hiring a local chef to help guide me through the stalls to understand what I need to buy and from whom.

I sound terribly negative and discouraged. Frankly, I am. I refuse to give up just yet, but I’m humbled for sure. I’m convinced that by mastering spanish I will unlock the key to the other more nuanced stores and markets rather than relying exclusively on the Target-like grocery store. Now that it is summer, I’m also convinced that I need to stick with Ferias Libres or Farmers Markets for fresh fruit and vegetables.

But, in the meantime, any visitor is required to bring a handful of items from the US. Or, if you know of any way to import French cheese….. Thank goodness there is so much good wine.

Road Trip to Mendoza!

Posted on February 4, 2013 by kierstenmurnane

This past weekend we made our very first road trip for a long weekend. We had heard that Mendoza in Argentina was less than a 6 hour drive through the mountains from Santiago. Imagine that, one of the most celebrated wine regions in the world was just a short drive away. Combine that with the fact that the Sudamericano Sub20 Futbol Tournament, the tournament that will decide who plays in the Sub20 World Cup was being played in Mendoza (and Chile was playing incredibly well) and it became a perfect getaway for the Murnane family.

We were planning to leave early Friday morning until we learned that due to some construction on the roads, the route only goes one way at the moment – departing from Chile to Argentina was only possible from 8 p.m. until 7 a.m. So we changed our plans to leave Thursday evening. The drive to the boarder crossing was about 3 hours from Santiago, so as we left our house at 6 p.m. we figured we would time things perfectly, just after the initial rush cleared.

As we got close to the boarder we were now smack in the middle of the Andes. Not a lot around us except for mountains. We came upon a line of cars stopped. It was still nearly 20 kilometers from the boarder which made us think the opening was delayed. We waited for about 30 minutes when the cars started to move again. We only drove for a short time to stop again, still far from the boarder. Now it was nearing 10 p.m. so the sun was setting and the mountains were getting cold. Imagine, we were in the middle of the Andes with nothing anywhere – no McDonalds, gas stations or anything but sharp cliffs.

We began moving again, creeping slowly. Before you cross the boarder, you literally climb up the mountain, zig zagging back and forth, with nearly 23 turns to reach the top. This is the area under construction so traffic was moving very slowly. Just after we made it to the top of the mountain, now nearly midnight, we stopped. We were not sure why, but freezing cold and dark everywhere we were now worried about how long this would actually take.

We finally slowly began to move, rounding a corner after more than an hour, creeping an inch at a time, to see that we were filing into the line for Customs. Only moving a few feet every 20 minutes, John and my mom got out of the car and walked forward to check it out. Now nearly 1 a.m. they counted we were 68 cars back from the checkpoint. John decided to get some sleep and I inched the car forward moving two feet once every 15 minutes. We did this from 1 a.m. until 4 a.m. when we finally reached the customs checkpoint. It was agony.

Not a surprise, the Murnanes didn’t have their paperwork in order. We can’t find the proof that we paid the reciprocity fee to enter Argentina ($160 per person) even with the stamps on our passport from our previous trip to Argentina. We also realized we had only the previous owners paperwork for our car – nothing showing that we actually owned the car. Thankfully I had my computer so after much searching I found the documentation that we had paid the reciprocity fee. The guards stamped our paper and we headed out happy to have avoided any questions about the car. it was now nearing 5 a.m. and we still had a three hour drive ahead in Argentina.

After finally driving at a normal speed for about 30 minutes we came to a check point on the highway where one guard was stopping all cars. He indicated that he needed our form from customs with three stamps – which we apparently didn’t have. After much conversation in broken spanish, it was clear he was not going to just let us go. He insisted, without hesitation, that we needed to turn around and go back to customs.

By that time, our spirits were broken, we were beyond any rational thought, but the idea of turning around and going back to the place we had just spent nearly 6 hours seemed like a cruel joke. But what choice did we have? We turned around and headed back to get our three official stamps. The process took almost 45 minutes – and thankfully for the grace of one customs worker who saw our car paperwork and deduced that we had likely not just stolen our car but that we were simply clueless Americans – we headed out for the second time at almost 6 a.m.

With John driving, I slept for an hour while we made our way toward Mendoza. As we neared the city, we hit a bit of rush hour traffic which seemed hardly possible given we had left Santiago at 6 p.m. the prior evening. As we finally acknowledged that we reached the city of Mendoza we clocked it as a 14 hour journey. If someone had suggested the four of us get in a car and drive straight through the night with no sleep through the Andes mountain range on a trip that would take 14 hours I would have laughed. It hardly seemed possible that we made it.

We found our hotel, the Park Hyatt , which sits right on the main square in the heart of Mendoza. We made the determination that we would not sleep but push on to taste some wine. We had only 3 days in Mendoza and we needed to make that long trip worth the time (If at all possible).

We hired a car to take us to two wineries: the first was Casa Del Visitante where we got a tour and taste of Family Zuccardi wines. We had a wonderful classic Argentinian barbecue at their restaurant which was spectacular and included delicious Argentina empanadas. We then headed to a boutique winery Carinae where we toured the very small winery and did a wonderful tasting of many wines. Jack was a trooper the whole time (Madie was at her sleep-away summer camp so she didn’t make the trip).

Our wine tasting at the intimate Carinae Winery.

We were proud of ourselves for pushing through and not wasting one of our three days in Mendoza to sleep. We were especially proud of my mom, who managed to sleep a total of 15 minutes in the car and still hung with us the whole day. My mom and Jack headed back to the room for an early night and John and I ventured down the street from our hotel to The Vines of Mendoza which is a wonderful wine bar/tasting room that features any and all wines available in Mendoza.

The next day, John and I got to do a tour with Trout & Wine a fantastic tour company. They picked us up from our hotel and we visited four wineries with a very small group. The wineries we went to were some of the best in Mendoza, Vina Cobos started the day with great Malbecs and a really wonderful Felino Chardonnay. It was really interesting to taste the different wines that were the same grape but just grown in different locations of the vinyards in Mendoza.

Achaval Ferrer was my absolute favorite wine and winery. The backdrop was fantastic as we did our tasting outside. We then got to go down into the cellar and actually taste from the barrel – something I had never done before. The wines were spectacular, if indeed out of our price range. We learned that they actually trim down the grape clusters just before Harvest (which is in late Feb/early March) in order to concentrate everything into the best grapes. Amazing to see they just leave what appear to be perfectly good grapes on the ground to fertilize the others.

Next, we visited a very old winery that is now a restaurant and small hotel, Club Tapiz. We had a chance to tour the old winery where we saw the old barrels, a beautiful mural and some old dresses made to represent the history of wine harvests in Mendoza. We had lunch in the second story of a beautiful old building and each course was accompanied by the wines. Our group consisted of a couple from Ottawa, Canada, a gentleman from England and a young woman from the Netherlands – a super interesting group to spend the day with.

We ended our day at Alta Vista which offered a interesting blend of old and new wine traditions. They have a highly rated Torrontes which is a grape only grown in the north of Argentina in Salta. But in Mendoza, Malbecs rule and Alta Vista is most known for their Alta Vista Alto wine which was indeed delicious.

Our last day in Mendoza we spent the morning visiting one last winery Belasco De Baquedano which we thought would be fun because they have an aroma room where you can test your senses to identify different wine characteristics. The winery itself has beautiful views and great wine.

After the winery visit we got ready to go to the Chile vs. Urguay Sudamericano Sub20 tournament. Chile had been playing really well and given that the national men’s team has not been playing well, everyone was getting excited by the this younger group suggesting some potential for the future of Chilean Futbol. The Uruguay team was also staying at the Hyatt Regency Mendoza and the hotel was kind enough to give us some spectacular tickets. We couldn’t decide if the strong police presence at the stadium made us feel safer or suggested we should worry, but everything was perfectly fine.

Unfortunately, Chile lost the match 1-0 Uruguay. Jack was very disappointed, expecially when we returned to the hotel to see the Uruguay team bus pull up at the same time filled with celebrating under-20 year-old boys. But we had one last fantastic meal in Mendoza at a small restaurant named Azafrán Restaurant which was terrific. The small restaurant has their own wine cellar rather than a wine list so you actually go with the sommelier to pick out your wine.

You can only imagine how nervous we were to start our long drive home. We all secretly assumed that the drive could never be as bad as the trip to Mendoza but we were all too scared to say anything out loud just on the off chance we might jinx it. We also took solace in the fact that we could see the beautiful mountains since we would be traveling during the day. Everyone had told us part of the reason to make the drive was the view driving through the Andes.

We headed out after breakast and thankfully had an uneventful time back. Customs heading into Chile took 10 minutes and even the few stops we had to make at the construction once in Chile only lasted a short time. We made it home in 7 hours – half the time it took us to get to Mendoza.

It was a tremendous trip. Would we do it again even with the tough journey….No. I will never again drive into Argentina. But, I will make sure to go back to Mendoza. Just take a plane next time.

La Boca!

Posted on February 1, 2013 by jackmurnane

On our summer vacation, we went to Argentina. While we were in Argentina we heard about the Boca Juniors playing River Plate. It was a soccer game.

CABJ stands for Club Atlético Boca Juniors. It is a soccer team in Buenos Aires that plays in a neighborhood called La Boca. It is one of the best teams in the world. They have won the Argentina championships 25 times and have won 18 titles outside of Argentina (tied for most with A.C. Milan).

Boca Juniors has a big rivalry with River Plate. Our tour guide in Buenos Aires told us a great story about how the rivalry started. It started when Boca Juniors and River Plate both wanted the stadium in La Boca. So they decided to play a game … and said that the winner gets to stay and the loser has to go. Boca Juniors beat River Plate (she said 3-0) and River Plate moved to the North of Buenos Aires and built their own stadium.

Boca Juniors couldn’t decide what their colors should be. They were fighting and fighting. I want red. I want blue. Finally, they said the first boat that comes, the colors on the boats flag will become our colors. The next morning, a boat came in and the colors were blue and yellow because the boat was from Sweden. So their colors are now yellow and blue like you see in my shirt.

This is a photo of Boca Juniors fans watching a game. I think this is how they celebrate when they score a goal.

Here is a picture I took of their stadium in La Boca.

Lost in Translation

Posted on December 22, 2012 by johnpmurnane

So, after nearly 6 months, I thought I would finally try to make a contribution to the blog. I’ve been so impressed with Kiersten, Madie and Jack’s dedication to this – and I thought it was time to pull some weight myself. We get so excited when we hear that all of you are reading these. We really do miss all our family and friends terribly and it is great to share these experiences.

Before I begin, I wanted to say how sad we all were to hear about the tragedy in Connecticut. The story has been completely dominating the papers down here. Obviously, part of the story is Americans and our guns but people are also just talking about how very difficult this holiday season must be for those families and communities. Awful.

Getting back to our experiences in Chile … one of the things I’ve been getting more involved in at work is recruiting. It is really hard for me because of the language and culture gap … but I haven’t found anything that makes me feel connected down here quite the way recruiting does. Bringing in new talent makes me feel like part of the base.

Anyway, we had a particularly tough recruit last week – with an incredible background and a number of offers from similar companies. We knew he was leaning toward one of the other offers based on a belief that we were too demanding (e.g., too many long hours, too much constructive criticism, etc.) and too serious and uptight. The team thought it would be a good idea for me to go talk to him.

I’ll admit – I was pretty nervous for a number of reasons.

First, I really HATE losing recruiting battles.

Second, for those of you who know me, I can be a pretty good recruiter when I really believe in something and (well) a pretty awful one when I have my any doubts whatsoever. I actually think the hours we work in Santiago ARE way too long. I was quite nervous that I wasn’t going to be able to dissuade him of this notion.

The operating model here (in Chile in general) has a bit more of a “face time” aspect where people generally stay at the office until the last person goes home … and they adopt a work pace that goes along with that. There isn’t yet a strong enough bias toward squeezing every last bit of productivity out of the hours from 9-5 so that people can get out of the office in time for fun with family and friends.

Third, I wasn’t sure I was the guy to convince him we weren’t uptight since I’m pretty sure I count as uptight down here. I know … you wouldn’t think a guy who moved his entire family from the United States to Chile (mostly because they thought it would be fun) could be seen as uptight.

But if you start to look at some of the facts from a Chilean perspective … I’m pretty sure I am. For one, I am American – and that alone puts you in the uptight bucket down here. We live in the suburbs now (Maryanne – I’m not going to make a Buckhead vs. Midtown comment here since we all know Buckhead isn’t a suburb but a diverse, cosmopolitan city all its own that just happens to be near Atlanta).

And then you get into the behavioral stuff … I seem quite fond of breaking my thoughts into structured (even numbered) lists of things which is a huge no-no down here; I wear undershirts which means you’re uptight even in California but here it probably suggests I’m thinking about entering the priesthood. So I wasn’t sure I was the guy to convince him that we weren’t uptight either.

Despite my concerns, the “meeting” seemed to go well. We had pisco sours (EVERYONE drinks pisco sours- even though I don’t like them I was trying to be cool) and found a mutual fondness for Shanghai where both of us had spent time in the last few years (quite the picture of globalization). I shared all of my adventures with him; as is typical, he was more interested in my time at the NBA than anything I have done since. He shared his plans for the future; as is typical, I was shocked to see a 22-year old kid with such well-developed plans for the future.

I tried to hang with him – talking about all the things I had seen colleagues his age move on to do after a few years working with us (e.g., PE work in Moscow, running a charter school, starting a rice farming business in Ghana, etc.). I used A LOT of English unfortunately … but I left feeling pretty good about the conversation.

When I got home, I got a note from one of the young Chilean guys in the office. He was friends with the recruit and had spoken to him after our meeting. The short note said “In his words, ‘John Murnane es la Zorra!’. I will let you figure out what that means.” I quickly googled “la zorra” in spanish. The first site offered translations that weren’t very encouraging.

http://www.interglot.com/dictionary/es/en/translate/zorra

Subsequent sites didn’t offer much more hope …In fact, it became much more bleak.

http://www.spanish-only.com/2009/01/spanish-word-of-the-day-zorra/

I replayed the meeting in my head and I couldn’t possibly understand where things went wrong. Aburrido (boring) perhaps or maybe arrogante? But a filthy insult seemed like a lot.

I responded to my colleague saying, “from the looks of my google searching, I probably won’t be needed on any future recruiting efforts.” So what I hoped would be a real meaningful contribution to my new office, it now looked like I might actually be a liability in recruiting.

Later that evening my colleage finally let me off the hook and told me that while the official word in Spanish (and in Chile actually) was what I had discovered online, the young kids had taken to use it to mean “cool.”

To protect my self-confidence I haven’t tried to validate this unofficial definition with anyone outside of the office. I like the story better this way.

Oh, and he did accept our offer.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Posted on December 10, 2012 by kierstenmurnane

The Good (sort of)

We had our first Thanksgiving as expats. I was surprised at how difficult Thanksgiving was abroad. You realize just how big of a holiday it is in the States. We always spend Thanksgiving with our family and friends. Being so far away you really miss the cadence of the holiday – the weather starting to turn cold, work slowing down a bit the week of, a clear mark to transition to the Christmas season. We had none of that here. We are heading into summer so the kids are swimming in the pool. At work, no one has the faintest clue about a holiday in the United States and here in Santiago, there is no real indication that the Christmas season is upon us outside of the malls.

So Thanksgiving here already had challenges, but we were getting together with another American family to make the most of it. Unfortunately, the morning of, our friend’s daughter wasn’t feeling well and they decided to cancel. I freaked out. It was a trigger I could not have anticipated. I heard the news after dropping the kids at school so I immediately drove straight to Jumbo (the big Target-like supermarket) where I tried to assemble the makings of a Thanksgiving feast day-of.

My whole premise was bad. None of the traditional Thanksgiving dishes exist in Chile. They don’t eat sweet pumpkin so no pumpkin pie. They certainly don’t have Campbells Cream of Mushroom soup for green bean casserole. The Turkeys, for some reason, have no arms and legs (really – something I didn’t discover until I unwrapped it at home) and the ready-made pie crusts are intended for a savory items rather than sweet – just a bit off. Oh, and they don’t have anything like chicken stock or broth – only bouillon cubes. But, I gathered a bunch of random items into my cart and took them home.

Thankfully, my “nana” or maid works on Thursdays. I arrived with bags and bags from Jumbo and did my best in my broken spanish to explain she and I were going to spend the day cooking a Thanksgiving meal (by the way, just that first part – “this is a huge holiday in the United States called Thanksgiving” took some incredible effort to explain and stretched my spanish-speaking abilities.). We had many translation issues – Cecilia ended up shredding the 10 carrots I intended to put in the roasting pan. She couldn’t make sense of stuffing – lots of chunks of stale bread stuffed inside the armless, legless Turkey. But, we cooked the odd turkey without arms and legs and it was tasty (side note: for those of you who like all-natural poultry – forget it. These birds are not only stuffed full of hormones, they are injected with salt. It really is a lot to overlook).

In the end, the turkey was delicious (all full of salt) as was my from-scratch green bean casserole. Our pie with the odd crust even turned out ok. And, the fact that we did it all the day-of in another country is something I’m quite proud of. And, the benefit to the opposite seasons, the day was beautiful so we got to enjoy an evening outside in perfect weather.

Redding looking out over our backyard on Thanksgiving Day

We opened a really nice bottle of wine and made the most of it. Ended up having a lovely evening as a family. In earnest, whole-heartedly, we could all be thankful for our family and friends and know that we are not likely to take another Thanksgiving for granted.

The Bad

The Saturday morning after Thanksgivng Jack was excited about his Fútbol practice. I organized a group of english-speaking kids from Nido to get together on Saturdays with the former captain of the Nido fútbol team to help will some skill building. At Nido, the Chilean kids have been playing competitive soccer for a long time. Real competitive soccer. All the American kids come from leagues that focus on “having fun” and “good sportsmanship.” The American kids are getting killed here. The Chileans are so much better that none of them pass to the “Gringos.” I thought getting the Americans together for some extra practice might help level the field a bit.

We live in the suburbs of Santiago: Lo Barnechea, and specifically, Los Trapenses, is like the Marietta of Atlanta. The air is clear, the houses are big and kids run around free from traffic in culdesacs. Santuario De Valle is a particularly lovely subdivisioin with a giant park that runs through the center with kids riding bikes and tons of expat families. We decided it would be a great spot for practice.

This one Saturday, two other moms and I watched the boys practice, sitting on a park bench. When practice had ended I went to grab my stuff (which had been right next to me on the bench the whole time) and I realize my wallet was stolen. Sure enough, I had noticed a man had been sitting on the bench just next to us but little did I know he was scoping us out the whole time. My wallet, with all my American credit cards, my Chilean bank card and credit card, was gone.

John immediately got on the phone to cancel our Chilean debt and credit cards (because everything has to be in his name here). It took quite some time to get the cards canceled. We thought we could manage speaking to the bank representative in Spanish. While our vocabulary is not super extensive, we do know some key words – robar, necesito cancelar debto y credito. No tengo debito y tarjeta de credit. Unfortunately, I just kept hearing John say, “no intiendo.” Then escalating into some very familiar swear words in English. Finally, we got things canceled. And, turns out EVERYTHING was canceled. My account, all of John’s cards as well, so we were without any access to money.

While Santiago is a remarkably safe place, petty crime is a real problem. And, they don’t insure things the way they do in the states. If someone had charged a ton of things on our credit card we would be in bad shape. It also took until Thursday to get replacement cards issued and I had to go to the bank and sign many papers and wait 24 hours for the new cards to be “activated.” What a pain.

The Ugly

Without the clear transition of Thanksgiving, and temperatures hovering around 80 degrees and the Chilean school year ending marking the start of summer vacation, I was not feeling much of the Christmas Spirit. Minus my typical cues I had to really think about what we do in preparation for Christmas. I decided to ask around to understand what Chileans do. The short answer, “not much.”

Not a huge surprise, but no real Christmas trees. I needed to get comfortable with the idea of a fake tree. We went to Easy (the Home Depot of Chile) to check out the offerings. The trees are small, really plastic and rather pathetic. I mean, they look so flameable that the idea of putting a light on it almost seems like putting a flame to bacon grease. They are not big – 5 feet tall at most, scrawny and they smell and look like bad plastic from the 70s. Oh, and they cost about $250 for the most pathetic offering. A more “fancy” option at a department store will set you back $500.

John and I thought maybe we would skip the whole thing. We wouldn’t put up Christmas at all and instead just head to a small beach surf town for a few days. Go completely in the opposite direction. But a friend going back to the States for Christmas kindly offered her tree if we wanted to borrow it. What a wonderful thing. At least now I would just need to come to terms of the fake tree – not the fact that the fake tree cost upwards of $500.

We got the tree home and while trying to put it up I nearly cried. There is so much wrong with looking at a bunch of super plastic parts. No smell of pine, no sticky fingers from the sap, no rush to get the fresh tree in water.

Is this really better than having no tree at all? Giant gaping holes in the plastic allowed me to see straight through to the other side. Isn’t the ONE benefit to the plastic tree the fact that it CAN be perfect? You can actually construct the tree so that it looks really symetrical and lovely. Hmmmmmm.

Not quite the fullness of a natural tree

John trying to work miracles on the Christmas Tree

Even Redding wasn’t quite sure about the tree.

Don’t get me wrong, we love Chile and feel grateful for this adventure. But, we have learned that the holidays are rough as an expat. I was really surprised to learn that Chileans put much more energy and excitement around Dieciocho, their independence day celebration, than Christmas. We learned most Chileans work Christmas Eve and the days following Christmas. For a country 85% Catholic, wouldn’t Christmas be a bigger deal?

We realize now that we took many of our Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions for granted. We would complain about how many holiday parties we had to attend, how could we find time to get to the mall to shop, all the family we had to make a point to see. My guess is we probably won’t complain about any of that when we return. I’m glad we decided to put up the tree, pathetic and sad as it is likely to be, the kids really were excited and so happy to bring out our Christmas things.

But I do think we will try and find a little beach town for Christmas 🙂

Rio!

Posted on November 14, 2012 by kierstenmurnane

One of the great benefits to moving to Santiago was the opportunity to explore a different part of the world. Now that John is part of the “Latam” office he had a conference in Rio de Janeiro that happened to coincide with my birthday. My mom came to stay with the kids and John and I headed to Rio for 4 days.

Rio was amazing. I was expecting a very dirty city with lots of crime but instead found an amazing exotic place. We were fortunate to stay in a fabulous hotel, the Fasano Hotel was located right on Ipanema Beach. The spot was great. Each morning you could take a run along the beach and join the most eclectic array of people and watch as all the vendors set up for a busy day at the beach.

View from the rooftop of our Hotel

While in Rio we got the chance to go to a samba school where they work all year in anticipation of Carnival. We visited the famous Mangueira Samba School. Two of the dancers gave us lessons in the dance and then we got to decorate a headdress and watch a performance. I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything quite like it.

John, our instructor and Henry and Liz learning how to Samba

I took a tour of downtown Rio. While the tour was interesting, I’d probably stick to the beach if I came to visit again. Some of the architecture was really stunning and it was fascinating to hear the history of how this city came to be. Unfortunately time has seen many great buildings fade and new “modern” architecture replace the old.

Downtown Rio

We did have some fabulous meals in Rio. One night we had dinner at Roberta Sudbrack. The chef (for whom the restaurant is named) was the former private chef of the Brazilian President. She has been named the best chef in Rio many times and her restaurant is included in the list of the top fifty restaurants in the world. It was one of the best meals I have ever had. The dessert was amazing (and I don’t even like dessert!). With such great meals, my one regret is not being able to find the hole-in-the-wall place with great beans and rice. Next time.

The highlight of the trip without a doubt was a trip to Christ the Redeemer. I was nervous that it might be one of those iconic tourist destinations that can be incredibly disappointing. It was the opposite. One of the amazing things they do is make every visitor (even if you are in a tour group) take a sponsored bus to the top where the statue is located. This prevents all the cheap souvenir salesman from overwhelming the place. Instead, it is this stoic, peaceful place at the top of the largest urban rainforest in the world. It was truly spectacular.

Under the statue is this area to walk out with 180 degree views of Rio.

Before we left Rio, we spent the morning on the beach. There is an entire industry surrounding the beach in Rio. Vendors of all kinds, bathing suits, food, suntan oil, etc create this background noise and a constant hum to the experience.

Oh, and it is not a stereotype that Brazilian beaches are filled with scantally-clad people. If you were 99 or 19 you were wearing a string bikini and most suits didn’t appropriately over all the right spots. Even the men revealed as much as possible. It made me smile when I think of how older women in the states move on to a swim suit with a skirt 🙂 Brazilians must look at Americans and think we have serious issues.

I am anxious to go back to Rio. It is really a magical place. That said, in talking with people, they have done a ton very recently to clean up the city and decrease crime. The very poor areas of Rio, the favelas, can been seen from anywhere. According to Wikipedia, nearly 12 million people live in favelas in Brazil. With Brazil hosting the 2012 World Cup and the 2016 Summer Olympic Games, more work is being done by the government to improve these areas. I’m sure you could hear different perspectives on how successful the efforts have been, but the majority of residents told me things have improved dramatically. I found a very interesting article about this in National Geographic Magazine. A complicated issue for sure.

Dieciocho 2012

Posted on October 30, 2012 by kierstenmurnane

We have neglected the blog a bit. I didn’t want to miss posting about the Dieciocho Holidays. It was such a different experience for us. Here is our much overdue post:

September brings two big holidays to Chile: September 18 or “Dieciohco,” which is the Chilean Independence Day and September 19 which celebrates the Army. The two holidays together create a celebration that lasts for a whole week with schools closed and everyone off work. All over Chile, people celebrate with fiestas patrias or “national parties”, reenactments, traditional dancing, music and games. (some additional background with this link from About.com)

It is hard to properly convey how big this holiday is in Chile. I’m not sure there is an American equivalent. A bit of fourth of July – in that there are so many outdoor activities in parks across the country. A bit like New Years Eve – in how hard people party. You are even expected to give gifts to everyone from your nana or maid, trash folks, newspaper delivery people, etc. It might be bigger than Christmas, and for a country that is 85% Catholic, that is a big deal.

Dieciocho at Nido de Aguilas

In anticipation of Dieciocho, Madie and Jack spent weeks learning traditional Chilean folk dances in PE and traditional songs in music class. The cueca is considered the national dance of chile, many traditional dances are on display during Fiestas Patrias. Each class at Nido learned a different dance.

Madie and Jack had to dress in traditional outfits for the performance.

Madie’s class waiting to perform at Dieciocho Celebration at Nido.

Jack’s class waiting to perform at Dieciocho Celebration.

Jack’s class dance had the girls and boys dancing as couples. You can imagine what a bunch of second graders thought of that! But the dances were quite elaborate. I was very impressed with what the teachers took on.

In addition to the performances, the kids also had parties organized individually by classroom with traditional Chilean food, crafts and games.

A bit of a sidebar here: The idea at TCS (our old school) where parents were expected to bring in healthy food options would never be a thought here. “Fruit Break” in the states translates to “Candy break” here in Chile. Most kids bring in Starbursts for snack. You can imagine what comes into the classroom for a party. Even Minute Maid fruit juice has extra sugar here.

Madie trying to get the coin in the frog’s mouth.

Madie and her teacher Ms. Maca putting together the pinwheel with the colors of the Chilean flag

Another mom teaches the kids how to spin a top by wrapping a rope around it and releasing it.

Jack in his classroom for Dieciocho party

Students listen to Ms. Sandi as she explains how to make a Chilean flag.

Traditional game of “Duck, Duck, Goose” but in Spanish.

Dieciocho in Santiago

Throughout Santiago different groups, Municipalidads, etc. host Dieciocho parties. We had heard the that most kid-friendly was the Partido in Parque Hurtado. In fact, we understand that the Parque Hurtado option was created because many of the other parties are insane. Lots and lots of drinking for days on end. Check out this link for “Fondas 2012” and you can get a sense for just the many options there are. You can choose from hundreds of Fondas for every taste. Santiago Magazine provided a good overview of the choices for this year…. if we were 10 years younger.

Choosing the family-friendly Parque Hurtado option, there were so many great activities. It reminded me a bit of a state fair but many more horses. The Chileans love the Rodeo. There were two different rodeos going on at the park along with many craftsman making cowboy hats and other gear for the rodeo.

Animal exhibit at Parque Hurtado

Vaca, por supuesto.

One thing that was very similar to a state fair was the lack of fine food. The meal of choice was anticucho which is basically meat-on-a-stick.

Slow cooking meat over an open fire.

They had tents filled with traditional craftsman. Here Madie is watching someone make the brim of a cowboy hat.

With all the copper mines in Chile, there was an exhibit that showed all the uses of copper. Here they were fitting a horse with horseshoes.

With September 19 the celebration of the army, the military had a HUGE display. They also have parades throughout the city.

Madie and Jack in an army helicopter

Many families also take advantage of the week off from work and school to travel. The downside for non-planners is that when the entire country is off at the same time, you need to book any vacation a year out. Next year we will be much more on top of everything.

Given that all of our stuff had just arrived from the states, it was good to stay in Santiago and just get our house settled. We hung pictures, organized rooms. It really made a big difference to getting our house to feel more like home.

An Amazing Weekend

Posted on September 11, 2012 by madiemurnane

We had an interesting weekend. It started with Fiesta Huasa which is a party that happens in September every year that celebrates Chilean history and culture. My mom said it is part of Fiestas Patrias which is part of the Chilean Independence Celebration. It is kind of like one of the festivals in Piedmont Park except different.

There were games that you might find at a festival in the United States such as sack races or games where you try and get the ring on the bottle.

Jack and I doing Sack Races

There were also games that were not common in the United States. One game had a circle of what looked like bunny houses with numbers on them. In the middle of the circle was something that looked like a cage. A man in a festive colored poncho sold tickets with all the numbers of the bunny houses. After he sold all the numbers, he would open the cage and a scared little guinea pig would come out, look around, and skitter into one of the little bunny houses. We didn’t win, but I didn’t really care. The prizes were barbies and dinosaur figurines. (You have to watch the video below. It is Hilarious!)

: Guinea Pig Game

Selling Tickets for Guinea Pig Game

Next we ate some food for lunch. They had a booth for hotdogs, a booth for anticucho, a booth for empanadas. Jack said he was in the hotdog line and they asked if he wanted avocado (palta) on his hotdog. I had no idea that hotdog toppings would be any different in Chile.

Food Menu at Fiesta Huasa

Horses are a big part of Fiesta Huasa,. The Vice Principal of Nido was riding a horse as part of a parade, he fell off his horse and his horse fell on his leg. I saw him a day later with a cast. (Don’t worry, he is okay.) He and his family also just moved here from Oregon. His wife is Jack’s teacher.

The Horses at Fiesta Huasa

During Fiesta Huasa, I noticed that I was one of the only people wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Many girls were wearing flouncy dresses that didn’t think even existed anymore. There were also women and men in equally elaborate outfits doing traditional Chilean dances on a stage.

Girls in their traditional Chilean party dresses.

A tradition in Chile around this time of year is to fly kites. It looked like there were thousands of kites in the air during the fiesta.

Kites for sale at Fiesta Huasa

On Sunday, my mom found this little church with a Mass in english. She suggested that we go on a short hike after church. The church happens to be located next to the largest park in Chile and one of the largest in the world. Parque Metropolitano de Santiago is also where the zoo and the madonna are located.

Directional Sign in Parque Metropolitano

We began the hike thinking we were only going to go to a lookout post we could see on the horizon. We ended up just taking a break there because we realized we could walk all the way to the zoo. We were not sure how long it would take but it looked like it was about seven kilometers. We knew we couldn’t walk 14 kilometers (7 there, 7 back) so we decided we would take a taxi back to our car after the hike.

Map of Parque Metropolitano

A park ranger on his caballo

Top of San Cristobol

Our plan was to walk to the Madonna at San Cristobal and take the funicular down the mountain. After three hours of hiking we arrived at the top of the mountain only to find the funicular was closed.

Sign posted saying that the funicular is closed

So, after three hours of hiking, we found out we had another hour and a half hike to go – this time down the mountain that we had just climbed.

At first it seemed okay. The path was really steep so I was glad we were going down instead of up. We kept saying to each other that our legs felt like jello but there was really nothing we could do about it since we had to get down the mountain. Eventually we got to the bottom.

Once out of the hiking trail area, we landed in Barrio Bellavista and we found a great pizza place in Patio Bellavista called Pizzeria Constitution and sat outside. We celebrated the end of our weekend (and our incredibly long hike) with the best pizza in Santiago.

Murnanes in Santiago

Our Adventures in South America

Category Archives: Uncategorized