Excerpts travel notes / by Camila Bernal

In Santiago people kiss. Publicly. The old and the young and the in-between. In the trains, in park benches, in grocery stores, in street corners, in bars, in restaurants, up against walls, laying in the grass. They put hands in each other’s pockets, whisper in each others ears, smile and hide their faces in each others necks. Public demonstrations of affection. Public demonstrations. Demonstrations. Like rebellious acts of love.