On the way, I visited Pablo Neruda's house in Isla Negra - his favourite house. I totally understand why! The house is situated on the cliffs overviewing the sea and is build along the coastline so you can see the ocean from all rooms. The roaring Pacific with big waves and great forces, even when the wind's calm and it's sunny, like on the day I visited.
Pablo Neruda was a writer and received the Nobel Prize in litterature. And he was actively member of the communist party at the time of Salvador Allende (more about him some other time).
When entering the house and all my way through, I had the same feeling as when I visited Salvador Dali's house in Port Lligat, north of Barcelona. I felt at home!
The house was full of collected items in all shapes and sizes: gallion figures, a full-sized wooden horse, glass in all colors, pinned insects, old maps, paintings, sculptures, strange furnitures, a hat collection, good sitting spots and desks - full of things starting your imagination and stimulating your eyes. When I visit places like this, I get an urge to decorate my imaginary houses the same way, have them situated equally wonderful places and start making world class art.
It's not allowed to take pictures inside the house, so you have to do with your imagination, a couple of outdoors pictures and - of course - visit Isla Negra yourselves.
Neruda is burried at Isla Negra overviewing the ocean. He died shortly after the coup in '73.
The bar and selfportrait.
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