So, where was I? Zach, Dan and I (Ted) built our bikes and rode out of the airport triumphantly and with enthusiasm in our legs. We cruised along highway 68, which is the only direct way to Valparaiso where we were to meet up with Dan’s friend Cami and her brother and sister. Derek and Anthony took the bus to Valpo while we rode, and we picked a time and place to meet up in the city. Valparaiso (translation: go to paradise) is an incredible port city with lots of stray dogs and incredible street art. When we figure out how to post pictures, we’ll show you. We’ve had the most incredible hosts so far and seeing new cities with locals is really the only way to go. Life is so different here, everything is slow and easy going and it’s always way later than we think when we finally get out of the house. Food is incredible and cheap, and completos are truly as good as I imagined… but my goodness they like mayo here. Today we’re leaving town and heading South toward Pablo Neruda’s gravesite and then back toward Santiago, camping along the way somewhere. We’ll head into Santiago tomorrow and then start south toward Chillan and Pucon, then on south toward Osorno, Puerto Montt, and Bariloche, Argentina. What a life.