Lunch at Tio Bob's
From left: Ricardo, Luke, Michelle, Nick, and Maria
Often I have been asked to describe my first season in Portillo and in all actuality, it was a whirlwind of work, skiing, and celebrating everything there was to celebrate.
In the last month of the season (although, to date, it is still snowing in Portillo), my friends and I enjoyed all that Portillo had to offer. Dieciocho, or “the 18th,” is Chile’s independence day - and a site to be seen at that. Portillo celebrated Dieciocho with dance troops, military parades, folk music, and of course, empanadas. The Ski School celebrated Dieciocho by hiring a bus to take us to the “fondas” in the nearby town of Los Andes. The closest thing I can compare “fondas” to are carnivals, minus the carnies.
Simona and Karin with "anticuchos"
Big tents are set up selling food (“anticuchos” which are like shish-kebabs),
drinks (“ponche” and “chicha”- sweet wine with spices), playing music with the fonda-goers dancing “cueca.” Somehow I got roped into dancing “cueca” but thankfully there are no pictures of that. Our group tried our luck with drinking chicha and going on carnival rides, like the Kamikaze.
After Dieciocho, we had another snow storm which made Lake Run (and the traverses) pretty enjoyable. When the Laguna del Inca freezes over, skiers and boarders can ski almost all sides of the mountain and then get back to the hotel by skating/poling/walking across the lake.
Portillo Hotel, view from Lake after Lake Run
More birthdays led us to the end of the month, and by this point we had become professionals at birthday parties. A friend, Michelle, had a champagne toast during lunch at Tio Bob’s, followed by a sangria après ski at Ski Box and fajita dinner at the Bar.
Sangria at Ski Box
From left:Mimi, Michelle, Luke
Karen, Karin, Maria, Diego
Finally, it got to the point when we had to start saying our farewells and enjoy our last moments at Portillo. I’d be lying if I said we all weren’t a little anxious to go back to our respective homes, but some of the friends made along the way made it difficult to say goodbye. With worn-out ski legs, a few bottles of wine, and a lot of laughs, my friends and I bid “adios” to the 2009 season.
Dario, Patrice & Co at the Bar
Next on the agenda? Well, while I say goodbye now, as I no longer am a Portillo neophyte, I am going to continue working for Portillo, in the marketing department. Here’s to a great 2009 and to an even better 2010 season!














