We spent last night in Siete Tazas, a park about three hours south of Santiago. It’s named after a series of seven waterfalls that look like teacups (tazas in Spanish). It took us awhile to find our campground. To be fair, it takes us a while to find anything. Without a map, GPS or cellphone we exist in a general state of winging-it. We probably take three wrong turns for every right one. Continue reading →