This June, after five weeks of hiking, rail, and trekking through the jungles and mountains of Peru, I was ready for some R&R. For our “honeymoon” budget that equated to a decent apartment in wintery Santiago, which was in the midst of a depressing, grey period. I was done with museums, couldn’t afford spas, and was nearly tired of eating out every day.
I actually missed my couch. My king-sized bed. I hated to admit it as I was the one who insisted on going away for five weeks on honeymoon. I was shocked to find that the nomadic 25-year-old me had disappeared, and in its place a newly-married Mrs. Middle-Class Traveller had appeared. She was happy to pay more to have three stellar, pampered weeks away rather than slum it in hostels and jungle huts to stretch her trip out to cover another chapter in the Lonely Planet.
But still, seven long days stretched ahead of me in Santiago before I could go home to a Toronto bursting with summer goodness.
So what to do?
I decided to visit breweries. My husband acted as my photographer and we packed in four brewery visits in three days getting a good handle on Santiago’s growing microbrewery scene. It was a honeymoon highlight (OK, Machu Picchu was pretty good too), and those tipsy scribbles turned into my first feature for enRoute.
I hope you enjoy the story — I’ve posted over 100 photos (most taken by my able husband) from the brewery visits on my Flickr page.