Puente Alto
It's normally the walk to Aldea that I like the most. For 6 months, I walked five times a week the 15 minute walk from the metro to the home in which I volunteered. The first time I ever did the walk with two older volunteers I remember thinking, where in the world is this place? After having a week of orientation and hearing the stories of some of these children and hearing about the neighborhoods from which they come, I remember walking through Puento Alto looking around and wondering if that was what poverty in Chile looked like. The houses look to me, like houses. Small houses with little gates out front, some paved roads, some not, usually a broken brick wall or sidewalk. What soon became extremely routine and normal however was the dogs. One by one as I would approach the one street in which the dogs live , I have deemed it quite possibe that those little houses were not Chilean families but rather houses filled with street dogs. Well everyday they come out ...