Asado Sunday

Flying kites.


Kite. Kites are big at Fiestas Patrias celebrations, and the 18th is the independence day. The freeway was lined with racks of kites on our drive out to my host-mom's brother's house, on the outskirts of Santiago. It's a wealthy community in an area that's half urban half rural. They have a ton of space:



I went with my host mom and dad to the house of her brother, with his wife and 2 kids (11 and 7) and her other brother met us there with his wife and 2 kids (same age). Oh, and Abuela:



I let the 10-year-old run wild with the camera, so I've got bunches of their dog and unsuspecting people caught surprise-eyed by the barrel (I swear "nos(s)el" was a word, but I can't find it anywhere and am not sure how to spell it. It's the thing that goes on the end of a hose to control the spray...) of a camera in their face.


Mom and Pop.