Salt Salt Salt

While in Pichilemu, Pablo drove us down the coast to Cáhuil  to see the salt deposits where the locals harvest the salt.

If you don't like to wear shoes maybe this is the job for you. 

This local told us all about the production of the salt. The problem, we had a difficult time understanding %95 percent of the things he said. And it wasn't just us, Ivana who is fluent and Pable who is a native speaker didn't understand too much either. 

Unfortunately we were there in the "off" season (who knew there was a high and low season for the gathering of salt) But we still got a 1 kilo bag for about $1. We are now prepared in case of a snow storm or if anyone wants a salt scrub bath. 

Chileans have a tendency to add "-ito" onto the end of many words. Once you add -ito it makes the word a small version of itself. For example perro is dog. Perrito is little dog. Here I think someone was confused about their term saquito. 'Cause thats a lot of salt! And it's only $2.

We drove on and stopped for a bite to eat for lunch. We enjoyed some delicious seafood. 

Can you see our group shot in Henry's shades?

I loved these fish sculptures along the road.

Pichilemu means "little forest". Pablo took us to Bucalemu a little further south along the coast. There were so many trees which easily explains why its name means "big forest".

They even have mermen in Bucalemu.

We headed back to Pichilmeu, but not without one more stop looking back inland at the beautiful landscape. If you want both the beach and the mountains - this is the place for you. The best of both worlds. 

That pretty much wraps up our four days of fun in and around the little surf town. Thanks Pablo for showing us around!