It takes two to strawberry

Frutillar. The verb form of strawberry. A fantastically quaint town on the shore of Lago Llanquihue. Land of the world´s best deserts.

After a thoroughly hum-drum time in Puerto Varas, we hopped on a bus to Frutillar in hopes of finding more excitement. This was the first time we arrived in a new town without hostel reservations beforeheand, but we found the most perfectly cozy hospedaje (which I dont even think had a name...the sign just said Hospedaje, which is basically like having a sign that says "Lodging") We dropped our things and went for a stroll in search of some lunch. In route we were stopped by a case full of appalingly delectable looking deserts, and decided that our appetite would be better spent on a massive hunk of chocolate cake than real food from a restaurant. So we proceeded to dive into what shall go down in history as the best chocolate cake ever.
We spent some time at the pier hoping that some lucious chilean boys would invite us to take a spin out on their boat, but when that didnt happen after half an hour or so we called it quits and retired back to the hostel to nap and recouperate. I should take this moment to describe ever so briefly the scenery in the town of "To Strawberry". The lower part of the town is the resort arrea, made up of a handfull of quaint old German houses lining the shore of the lake, and everything that wasnt a house/hospedaje was pretty much either an artesan market, restaurant, or bakery. The world´s brightest and most massive flowers sprinkle the coutryside, fighting for prominence in front of houses of architecture stunning in its simpliity and quaintness. On the other side of the lake is a massive volcano that watches over the sleepy little town and her sailboats when the clouds clear away.
Anyhow, as we passed our beloved desert stand for a second time we reailzed that we both had an urgent need for another one of its treasures: me a slice of Kuchen (google it...its delicious) and Molly a scoop of chocolate gelatto. Satisfied again, we went along on our way. After spending some time trying to create some sort of plan for the next day, we emerged to find the streets filled with thousands of people, many of whom were screaming before a stage of three hott 20-somethings singing a song that basically said "you taught me how to love you, how to touch you, how to kiss you, but now that its over the one last thing you have to teach me is how to forget you". They must be cousins of the backstreet boys. The finale of this unexpected valentines day festival was a parade of floating floats lit up in red and pink and an abundance of hearts. We sat on the beach eating yet another desert (apple pastry) in awe of this event.

The next morning we each had one last slice of Kuchen for breakfast and went on our way....


And unfortunately i have to leave this here....much more to come........ love and blessings to you all.