Author's note: While writing a word association I got to my native country of Chile, I then noticed that some nostalgia leaked into my mind and I decided to write my journal entry on it.

Colors flash, as do the smiles of street vendors while they hold their beloved merchandise up to share with the world. Next to them are the tiny shacks of homes and it front a table with food, not just food anymore. The pride of their grubby fingers making something that could become so wanted. Full of unknown history, this country tucked away in between the Andes and the Pacific ocean. Breath taking view of snow on top of mountains and right along side a white beach filled with people,  my people. One of the most famous languages in the world rolls off their tongue with such an ease that it turns into an art of pronunciation. Turn around and the world's best classic flavor is being made from their bare hands, a deep burgundy wine. With the rich taste settling on your dried taste buds. This is what the longest country in the world is, tall spirits of it's people and culture that spans half a globe and brings its people together.