I think I have often remarked on how much I was smitten by the sexy women of Chile when last I visited there. And it’s a good thing I didn’t see Leonor Varela in Santiago, because… well, because.
And in classic black & white sultriness:
Exquisite.
She’s pretty but opening her bra would be like opening a birthday card and finding no money in there.
Columbia too. We cruised out of Miami in December and about a quarter of the passengers were from Columbia.
The ladies, from 18 to 65 or 70, were nearly all as beautiful as their age would permit. They know how to party too. My wife and I found ourselves in a bar dancing in a large group Merengue with a bunch of them. We danced a few circuits with people we spoke to later on in calmer circumstances.
One very attractive lady I thought was about 30 turned out to be 55. Wow. Annoyed my wife no end notwithstanding the “young man” she danced with was also 55.
The worst, and my absolute downfall, are Cubans.
Oy. Don’t ask. I still have the scars…
I live in Florida. When we go to places where there are lots of Cubans…..wow. Even the young ladies working at the local mom and pop Cuban restaurant manage to make a t-shirt and jeans look like a ball gown. Latinas are definitely in touch with their femininity.
Consider how our host has artfully arranged the order of the photos above as an omen. Then look hard at that last photo. Then contemplate on an Italian temperament but with sharp instruments instead of cookware. Do you really want to be on the receiving end of that look?
An A ticket ride — but at your own substantial risk.
See, I look at that last pic, imagine that we’re on the way up to her bedroom, and I ask myself: “Have I perhaps bitten off more than I can chew, here?”
Chile is a place I might consider living if I had to move – language would be an issue, of course – if circumstances demanded, and the likes of yon lassie are a significant temptation.