What’s not to like about a sleepy Sunday in the Andes? Santiago is sheltered by the Andes, and so we were able to drive about 25 miles out of town to a resort/farm/ranch (fruit trees, honey bees, vinyards) about 4500 feet high, surrounded by snow-capped peaks. We spent the day hiking, or horseback riding, or sitting in the sun alongside a roaring mountain stream waiting for our lamb to be roasted. What’s not to like? Other than if we were here in the dead of winter (it’s “November” now), we’d be able to teleski–they’d take us up in a helicopter and let us ski down the hill. Or if we were here in the summer, when the roaring mountain creek accommodates whitewater rafting. What’s not to like?