Pisco Elqui: where the Pisco Sours live.
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September 21st, 2007 – by: cmgervais
This morning Lisa was a little under the weather and missed a nice breakfast of crepes with dulce de leche. I cleaned my plate as Leo picked at his, and Mario just sipped coffee (of course). Our hotel, Refugio Misterios, is really cute, so I explored the grounds and pool area trying to figure out where our scheduled massages were supposed to be.
We visited Mistral for a typical distillery tour, which Leo translated for us. I passed on the samples as I planned to be flying later in the day. Lisa passed for other reasons. Then, after an excrutiatingly slow lunch, it was getting late, and we had to take off.
Had another long (but really, really fast) drive to the Vicuna airport. Our taxi driver was the masseuse! (He changed from his "clinical" garb to his "driver" uniform -- how professional).
It was my turn to fly, and there was a nice wind down the runway.
There were many radio communications towards the end of the flight, with Mario telling Leo something in Spanish, and Leo telling me in English. It was vexing for me to simply parrot Leo's words - I am pretty good on the radio, and I wanted to do the communicating myself. It didn't go very well though, since I couldn't get the Spanish place names quite right and I got frustrated with too many people talking in the cockpit. I was a little snippy with poor Leo.
On final approach to Valparaiso, the controller lost his English, and just started rattling off instructions in Spanish! I should have said, "say again in English," which he would be required to do, but instead Mario jumped on and did the talking.
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