Yesterday we got to see another of Pablo Neruda's homes, La Sebastiana. This trip to Chile has been an academic pilgrimage of sorts for me. My love of Neruda's work began in 11th grade, and between high school and college I wrote a slew of papers about him and his poetry (for both English and Spanish classes). Fortunately for Tim (following me on my pilgrimage here), Neruda wasn't only a brilliant poet but was also a fascinating interior designer and a racy communist politican- multiple facets to interest all. Photography is sadly not permitted in the houses, but I bought 60 postcards to use for my upcoming bi-annual mailings to friends and supporters. Be on the lookout in November!
We also saw Taken last night, a new movie with Liam Neeson which Tim says isn't out yet in the US. I highly recommend it. It's mostly a great action film, but the ending scenes speak in a piercing way to the heart. "You came for me," she cries, after her dad has been through hell to find her. Isn't that what we're longing for? Someone to "come for" us? Don't leave me here in this lonely nightmare I can't rescue myself from. Isn't there someone who will come for me? It's about real and brave love in relationships, having the courage to take the risk and fight for a friend or husband or child who is suffering. And it's about God's love, which prompted a cosmic rescue mission on our behalf. He came for me, and went through hell to bring me back. 
