You read that right, my menstruating mamas (sorry dudes, I realize you enjoy chocolate as well). The Chocolate Path is a real place. Is it not a given that it's here on the island, in paradise? Don't be jealous, you
can have your piece too. Hand delivered.
Just yesterday, the fam and a couple of "salt-o-the-earth, wonderful" kind of people headed to our
future hometown*. Its no coincidence that the Chocolate Path is just two miles outside said city.
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| We strolled in like we knew what we were doing. |
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| Quick, look socially awkward! The drying of cacao smells earthy. |
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| A chocolate tour we weren't invited to. I went paparazzi on them from the window outside. |
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| This is what we really came for: gift shop full of chocolates and chocolate paraphernalia. Don't mind if I do. |
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| Galvin lifted Max up to reach some of the cacao. |
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| It grows all over the trees. |
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| And looks like this when its ripe. Huge. We'll crack it open soon. |
*"So, can I actually publish that we've chosen the city we'll live in?" I ask Josh after the trip. Much like choosing one another, I had thought we'd confirmed this some time ago. Turns out, he was still wavering.
"Yes. Consider it public knowledge." We're moving out of Santiago in July.
