Comments on: My Favorite Hood in Santiago: Bellas Artes/Lastarria

By: Five Chilean Wines for Meditation

Five Chilean Wines for Meditation — Mon, 10 Jun 2013 23:51:37 +0000

[…] to get this yummy juice? There’s a wonderful wine shop right in my barrio, on a charming tree-lined street right off Lastarria. The owner, Arnaud Robert, a Frenchman living […]

By: Santiago « Chile and Patagonia

Santiago « Chile and Patagonia — Fri, 15 Mar 2013 17:40:33 +0000

[…] then walked back to the Belles Artes section (good blog here) where we had dinner the night before. This time we were looking for lunch and browsed the […]

By: South American Fall Getaways

South American Fall Getaways — Thu, 28 Feb 2013 14:24:04 +0000

[…] I needed to blow off steam from the office and went out for my favorite vuelta, walk, around Parque Forestal from the Fine Arts museum to Plaza Italia and back. Earlier that afternoon, it had been an infierno […]

By: Faster, Bigger…Easier? « Eat Wine

Faster, Bigger…Easier? « Eat Wine — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 13:08:45 +0000

[…] So that’s the life of convenience in the USA? Drive everywhere, live alone in your car. Of course, everything you can ever imagine is at your fingertips–accesible, available, and most importantly, fast. You know what? I arrived home in Chile and made a beeline to see my caseros in La Vega. I walked there to buy fresh produce, not a single processed piece of food entered my home. Then, I walked down to Chinese Mark to see the gals who stock my Asian ingredients and make homemade tofu with only two ingredients: soy beans and water. After, I went to Tostaduria Talca to stock up on Chilean hazelnuts, quinoa, toasted peanuts, and other dried fruits and nuts. All from the countryside. Everything was five blocks from my apartment. […]

By: Next Stop: Santiago, Chile « Eat Wine

Next Stop: Santiago, Chile « Eat Wine — Tue, 11 Jan 2011 13:00:46 +0000

[…] Downtown/Centro: Civic, Barrio Brasil, Bellas Artes & Lastarria […]

By: Faith, Hope, and Chilean Pride « Eat Wine

Faith, Hope, and Chilean Pride « Eat Wine — Mon, 23 Aug 2010 14:02:55 +0000

[…] cave-in. And yesterday, rejoicing, honking horns, flags being raised, even in my neighborhood Parque Forestal. This scene was repeated throughout the country, de norte a sur, motivated by a deep love for their […]

By: Funky, Ethnic, Vibrant Patronato « Eat Wine

Funky, Ethnic, Vibrant Patronato « Eat Wine — Mon, 31 May 2010 15:28:39 +0000

[…] couple weeks ago, I took you all on a joy walk through my hood, Lastarria / Bellas Artes. Santiago is truly a city of neighborhoods. The press and travel guides, whose names shall remain […]

By: Kristi Davis

Kristi Davis — Sun, 09 May 2010 17:24:48 +0000

It sounds fantastic! Love the pictures, it brings everything to life. I’ll have to visit someday.

By: Randy Havre

Randy Havre — Sat, 08 May 2010 01:32:53 +0000

Aloha Liz,

Great read! I can visualize it all. My wife and I have a running route from Pedro de Valdivia to the Museum and back that even in the winter is choice. Now we have more places to check out.

Mahalo,

Randy

By: jacqueline church

jacqueline church — Fri, 07 May 2010 14:45:57 +0000

I remember the beautiful parks in Chile andthe Fine Arts Museum. I loved watching couples some young some ancient, holding hands sweetly giving a peck on the cheek here or there, walking the tiled sidewalks. Chileans have to be some of the sweetest people I’ve met!

The photo above reminds me of another park bench encounter with a little boy in his ubiquitous Catholic school uniform. We were near the Natural History museum and he asked if could sit with us a few minutes. We said sure and asked how he ripped his pants. It was near dinner time, too so we asked if he shouldn’t be on his way home.

He was at the museum because he loved the big animals inside. Also, he was delaying going home because of the ripped pants, torn in a playground incident. He was pretty sure his Mom wouldn’t be too happy about it. He had an ingenious plan, hang out at his favorite museum, eat a treat from the ice cream truck and wait. At least he was enjoying himself. After a while, he decided it was time to go face the music. He put a brave face on, bid us farewell and marched off for home.