When I went to the wedding in Chile that I went to in Chile, the natives asked me what I thought of their city and what was my favorite thing. I love the mountains in all forms, looking at them, skiing on them, etc.
Santiago was full of mountains, or las montanas as it is in Spanish, though probably not in Chilean Spanish because it appears to be different than every other Spanish on earth.
When I told the natives that I loved the mountains, they shrugged their shoulders and said “Las Montanas” WHATEVER. Then they told me they were going to New York and I said “eh, just a rock between two rivers.” No big deal.
Las Montanas are the best, obviously:
