Honeymoon

January 22 - March 4, 1999

The Music-for-crying conjures one night in the Elqui Valley, the longest of all our planetary adventures. Mysterious motives keep it engraved in my heart as a sacred symbol. Great nostalgia traces my desire for reviving such travel by our souls. The captured night is gleeful and spreads its magic throughout this story, enchanted nocturnal time that sealed our unity and led us the morning after to the emerald Pacific. Strolling embraced by the glittery shore in Puerto Velero, the splashing splendor blessed us and united us forever.

I recall also our travel by the South: first our visit to the Panimávida Spa; and then Linares –the town with the cathedral in Romanic style– for a coffee at twilight. From there just a little flight to the nice cabins in the fields nearby Chillán igniting our first night of passion; and the morning after, great exploration of the University of Concepción, stage for our most lovely photo dazzling together in the sunny scenery; late at night the return to the Chillán cabins under a starry sky with magnificent organ music by J. S. Bach. Then, late at the night of the following day, our great arrival in Frutillar by the Lake Llanquihue. Do you remember that exquisite brand-new hotel with fine service at the top of the hill, which we blessed as much as the Chillán cabins?

Then, the morning after, reaching the Channel of Chacao for the crossing to the Great Island of Chiloé, getting in the ferry our photo as the most spectacular couple; and returning by night a sweet long kiss navigating under the full Moon, finishing in another fine hotel at the top of a hill in Puerto Varas –it was the night of the “mirror” (nearby Puerto Montt) and our cheerful conversation at 2:30 a.m. at the bank of the Lake Llanquihue. Then the Austral University of Valdivia after the night and morning vanished into full happiness in our luxurious shelter –the grand Hotel Villa del Río at the bank of the River Valdivia. We started the morning after with passion to be at twilight chasing the colorful but elusive Volcano Villarrica. Then, leaving the sheltering cabin in the fields nearby Los Ángeles, and passing by the ski resort and spa by the Volcano Chillán –with “once” in the fine hotel– we slept in that charming cabin with pretty bed and the Prague Symphony by Mozart from the car (Cabañas Curazao, the famous night of “Pane Bože”). Also I recall the day when I took you for the first time to Valle Nevado, Farellones and La Parva; the day traveling by the Maipo Canyon; the day by the Pacific in Viña del Mar; the day coursing by Mirasol, Zapallar, Papudo and Marbella; the shiny day ascending the Andes to Portillo, Laguna del Inca and reaching the Mount Aconcagua in the Argentinean side; the spectacular first travel to the Elqui Valley and our adventurous night in Paihuano and Vicuña; the glittery ocean at Morrillos and Puerto Velero (Tongoy); our first stay in Andalué (Guanaqueros); the night of the Hyatt; and finally the nights and mornings in Aránzazu, plentiful and happy.

The Czech Lady gives me eternal life! I love this preciousness more than when the famous photo was shot. Do not worry if you look now slimmer: a goddess can shine the entire range of grace for making happy a mortal. Glimpses of eternity remain in your dress. The flowers embedded in the sapphire background still burn my emotion.

I conjure not only the transcendental Lady but also the trail of our love “affairs”, as you evoke our adventures of intimacy of souls and bodies wandering by this slice of the planet. Expecting our next honeymoon, as if it would be the first, my beloved Lady lingers in my heart. A magical rainbow goes from the Music-for-crying in the Elqui Valley to the thunderous Mirasol. Your remembrances on motels and cabañas cheered me much. Among many I am remembering the night of Pane Bože!

I love you with the same fresh hope and faith that once drove us to the summits of Portillo in the High Andes. The splendor of my first enthusiasm lingers in my faith, pledge and fidelity to you. You are my precious gift from the heavens, as it is shown magnificently in your photo at Portillo. Looking so cheerful and attractive –slightly provocative and sweetly spiritual– you are my perfect present in present perfect. It is proper, my prettiness, to quote a passage from my first letter: I imagine a wonder and wondrous honeymoon and a very large and happy new life with you.

Waiting for the “large” (Webster’s = comprehensive) happy new life, we are still largely at our honeymoon. Vision, intuition and creativity yielded this result. I feel your spiritual presence illuminating my life in the space-time where we are united by the grace of Love. Our feat has been our crucible.

Differently from the plot beautifully exposed by Ray Bradbury in his tale The Fog Horn (from his book of tales The Golden Apples of the Sun) our lighthouse has a fog horn that is the intimate music of our hearts. You make my life a celebration. You are my precious gift from the sky, as literally proves this heavenly photo shot in a happy day at the summits of Portillo.

I see in the spectacular photo shot at Andalué (Guanaqueros) my celestial kočka as a precious gift, and closing my eyes I see her dressing glamorous baby doll and high-heeled fancy shoes before a radiant full Moon. I see you so in our Little Manhattan in Santiago (Las Condes) for reviving our Prague Millennium. You have not lost your grace, Late Harvest Supernova!

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