Feliz 18 de Septiembre!

Today is Chilean Independence Day! It always brings joy to my heart. I will be wearing my chilean soccer jersey and going to the chilean deli here in Salt Lake in Celebration. It is always fun to remember the people dancing the Cueca and eating Empanadas. It was such a fun experience to see all the flags and banners covering the streets and showering us with its glory. In 1810 Chile joined other Spanish colonies in breaking political ties with Spain. On September 18 of that year, celebrated thereafter as the Chilean independence Day! Bernardo O'Higgins was a nationalist rebel that fought for independence from Spain. He is a National Hero in Chile



If you look at last years post you can see videos of people dancing the Cueca!

VIVA CHILE!!

Another Chile Day

8 years ago today I flew to Chile. One of the things that stood out in my mind more than anything else was after about 13 hours on the plane we were almost there. We flew across the Andes mountains and when the sun peaked over the mountains it was the most Brillant Red light beamed through the windows of the plane. It was like pure red....it was really cool. Almost like Lasers trying to fry off peoples heads...that is a nice visual.

Anyway I will be wear my Chilean Jersey again in celebration. Also I went to the Chilean Deli here in town and ate Compeltos and Lomitos...yummy. Well Happy Chile Day one last time this year. I will think about when I rode a Llama...awe those were good times!!!!

Happy Mission/Chile Day!!!

As many of you may have not realized today in the year of our Lord 2000 on this very day was they day I entered the MTC and embarked on an adventure that will never be forgotten. Today I always wear my Chilean Soccer Jersey in Tribute. 

When I left to the MTC is was a bitter sweet day! There was a lot going on in our family during that time. So it was hard to leave but yet I knew it was the right thing to do. 

My mothers favorite story to tell is about when we finished the orientation. We had all adequately moistened our faces. We all went to our separate exits, one out one door the rest out the other. Right before I went out the missionary door to not see my family for another 2 months (at the airport). I jumped onto a chair high above everyone else and waved goodbye one more time.  Good times!