Wow, this post is LONG overdue and there will be a couple like this in the next couple of days. It seems that since May life has been crazy busy and I have neglected to share
some many photos and events with you.
As stay-at-home but working mom I am finding it hard to find that balance that I felt I had in Mozambique and Bolivia. I think most of it comes from the fact that life in Santiago is very different for me. I don't have the help and structure I had in our previous two posts, where we had multiple people working in the house and although I spent lots of time with the boys I also had time for my projects, photography, blog and work.
I am not complaining, well maybe I am...a little. But life is what it is and I have to get used to it and I have to work at finding that infamous work/life balance, which I think is VERY hard to do, almost impossible, when you work from home.
Okay, I went off on a tangent there. What I really want to talk about is about PORTILLO. What a gorgeous place! A few days prior to Father's Day I saw a post from a friend on facebook that showed this beautiful lake surrounded by snow and mountains. I was smitten and thought it would be a fun place to try out our sleds and spend Father's Day.
I made reservations at Hotel Portillo for lunch and off we went. This time we were prepared for the snow (our first time in the show in Chile we were wearing jeans...big no no).
Portillo is about 2 hour drive from where we live, but the funny thing is that it is right on the border with Argentina and we literally passed it and crossed into Argentina...oops.
Here is the sign as we came back into Chile. How did we miss it?
Well, we finally made it and it was C-O-L-D! First order of business was lunch. It was nice and toasty in the restaurant. The food was okay and a bit overpriced, but really you go there for the view and Hotel Portillo has a rich history when it comes to Chile's ski culture. Many Olympic teams have trained there and you could see many photos on the wall as you perused the hotel lobby.
After lunch we wanted to try out our sled. With all the snow you would think it was a perfect day to do it...but the snow was icy and very slippery. But my adventurous boys wanted to try anyway.
I was all smiles in the photos, but in reality I said a couple of ugly words and I might have screamed a couple of profanities. Imagine...the snow was slick, the winds were blowing hard...so hard that I thought Sam was going to fly away. Through all this my husband thought the sled was still a good idea. JJ took Luka and Sam down the hill, but I was a wreck. After hesitation and a PUSH from JJ I also went down with the sled, but I got this souvenir on the way down.
The snow was so sharp it sliced some of my knuckles off. Needless to say this Cuban from Miami didn't have a fun "First Sledding" experience. Yes, I should have worn gloves I know, but I my husband pushed me so I didn't have time to put them on...thanks honey.
Here are the boys as I was pulling them back to the hotel for some much deserved hot chocolate.
I think I need to go again on a day when the snow isn't ice. The place is gorgeous and it was all worth it ...especially for the view.