|"Region X": Los Lagos||1 | 2 | 3|
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Note: For more information on the first set of pictures here, see our journal entry on driving through the Lakes Region.
|Morning in Puerto Varas — We awaken at our quaint bed and breakfast to the sight of flowers, and the lilting sound of ... German. It was being spoken across the street at the German School.|
|Puerto Varas — The town of Puerto Varas, viewed from atop the hill where our bed and breakfast resided. Under the early-morning gray skies, a large red balloon flies tethered by the shore, an artifact of some kind of event involving a giant stopwatch counting up.|
|Lake Llanquihue — A small two-master floats off a pier in the harbor of Puerto Varas. Volcan Calbuco looms in the background.|
|Pastures of Plenty — Cows roam among the thousands of acres (or hectares, whichever is greater).|
|Frutillar — A small tree forms its own island off the shore of the town of Frutillar.|
|Frutillar Flowerboxes — A small house by the waterfront is adorned with colorful flowerboxes.|
|German Influence — The style of architecture — not to mention food and art — has a very definite German influence here. The entire region is extremely European, evidenced by the fact that every town, including this one, has a Lutheran Church.|
|Front Row Seat — Looking over the lake toward 8800-foot Volcan Osorno from the overly-pristine beach at Frutillar, where even picnics are not allowed by town law. (Gee, can you tell it's a German town?)|