This morning I got up really early with Julia, her dad,
Nancy, and Eric to take Julia’s truck to a nearby beach to gather clams.
to wear ugly clothes and big rubber boots to get muddy in. My boots sank into
the mud almost covering my entire foot. We had to look though all the rocks to
see where little spouts of water would shoot up and then dig there for clams.
In about an hour we had like 2 buckets full and some nearby fishermen had given
us 2 nets full of mussels. When we got home, there was still no one else awake,
so Julia, Nancy, and I walked into the center of town to the feria. I bought a
wool hat and also a warm wool headband that I absolutely fell in love with.
Then we walked a little further down the main street until it started paralleling
the river. We stopped at a natural juice stand and drank juice together.
we got home to cook the clams and mussels. We had a lunch of clam soup and
rice, which just confirmed the belief I already had that I do not like
shellfish of any type. It’s not the taste, but that chewy texture that is
really gross. After lunch, Javi had to go to a fitting because she was going to
model traditional Chilote clothing during the fiesta custombrista that the town
was putting on the next two days. I went with her and met some of her friends.
Then we all went down to drink some more natural juice. After we finished the
juice, Javi, Pia, Oscar, Maxi, and I walked down to the beach to watch the
sunset. We went to the part that was full of a kind of clay called laja. It looks
like rocks, so it’s really fun to throw it and watch it explode into a million
pieces when it hits something.
When we got back to the house, Nancy and Julia
had baked 3 different types of pie—blueberry, key lime, and raspberry, and so
we had dinner of just pie. Then the whole family stayed around talking until
like 2 in the morning. They told me all of the legends surrounding Chiloe.
Apparently there is a beast living there called the Trauco that mysteriously
gets virgin girls present. Also, there is a phantom boat called the Caleuche
that people see in the distance in the night. I don’t believe in any of that
stuff but it’s still interesting to hear the stories.