Isla Negra
I just got back from a CIEE program trip to Isla Negra, Pablo Neruda's third and last home...it was so beautiful, and I had an amazing time. I haven't posted many pictures lately, but I have a feeling I'll be making it up in the next week. Here are some of them:
View from Pablo Neruda's bedroom of his garden and the Pacific Ocean.
Neruda and Matilde are buried here. In the background you can see their house. There are lots of little, rambling rooms (with amazing ocean views) connected by claustrophic halls and staircases that you can barely fit through. Neruda loved ships and wanted to feel as though he was in a ship when he was in his houses. He spent his last years in this house--he died of leukemia in September of 1973, after scrutiny and harrasment from Pinochet's government.
Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to take pictures inside the house; this is one of the few I have, from the outside looking in. Neruda collected anything and everything: sea shells, colored bottles, butterflies, maps, narwhal horns, musical instruments, ships in bottles, and, most impressively, massive figure heads from old ships.
Here I am at the beach below Neruda's house. I really loved sitting on these rocks and watching the waves come crashing in.
Rocky shoreline.
Kristin, Carla, Mariah, and Jessia at a little outlook above the beach.
View from Pablo Neruda's bedroom of his garden and the Pacific Ocean.
Neruda and Matilde are buried here. In the background you can see their house. There are lots of little, rambling rooms (with amazing ocean views) connected by claustrophic halls and staircases that you can barely fit through. Neruda loved ships and wanted to feel as though he was in a ship when he was in his houses. He spent his last years in this house--he died of leukemia in September of 1973, after scrutiny and harrasment from Pinochet's government.
Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to take pictures inside the house; this is one of the few I have, from the outside looking in. Neruda collected anything and everything: sea shells, colored bottles, butterflies, maps, narwhal horns, musical instruments, ships in bottles, and, most impressively, massive figure heads from old ships.
Here I am at the beach below Neruda's house. I really loved sitting on these rocks and watching the waves come crashing in.
Rocky shoreline.
Kristin, Carla, Mariah, and Jessia at a little outlook above the beach.
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