The Senior Citizen Ticket

Day 5 in Santiago, and once again we woke up on our own terms. No alarms. Best sleep score of the whole trip.

Oat milk, again

We went back to Dosis, the coffee shop we'd loved, and ordered a latte and two cappuccinos. Then we messed up and ordered them with oat milk. It didn't taste like the first time. It's ok. Caffeine is caffeine.

The hill

After work we scaled Parque Metropolitano de Santiago again. The Alpha and I ran up. Well, The Alpha ran up. I hobbled along with breaks here and there.

The Beta chose the civilized option: the funicular. He'd ride up and meet us at the top.

He walked up to the counter and accidentally bought a senior citizen ticket.

They did not let him board. He had to buy another one.

To his credit, he still made it to the top, and he brought empanadas and soda water. Reunited.

The roller coaster

We took the funicular down together. It's a slow, steep little ride. We decided it was a roller coaster, and rode it like one.

The other riders were not amused. A group of Chinese tourists said, in Mandarin, that we'd ruined their photos.

Oh well.

Sunset and the best dinner of the trip

Back at the Airbnb we freshened up. The Beta took a work call, and The Alpha and I danced to the sunset with good wine and music.

Dinner was at Ambrosia Bistro. We kept the receipt as evidence: tiradito, parmesan oysters, confit duck, foie gras, and desserts from a lemon yuzu tart to a pistachio frangipane. It was probably the best dinner of the trip, tied only with the night before.

We headed back to the Airbnb, and the night was still young.

Day 5 awards: best sleep, best dinner, best roller coaster impersonation. Senior discount: denied.