delilahhk
My review of Centro de Arte La Estancia can be summed up in one anecdote: I was job-seeking in Altamira, and wearing these ballerinas that were murdering both my little toes. I'm talking about blood, people. I had nowhere to sit and try to put a bandaid over them, and then "lightbulb!" (as Gru would put it), I limped my way into La Estancia, sat on a bench, put on the damn bandaids and then walked barefoot on the grass for twenty minutes, before my next interview. I never felt my feet complaining for the rest of the day.One warning must be made, though: there is yoga classes on the early afternoon Mon-Fri, so if you're looking for peace and quiet (and I know this is ironic, but it's true, these people make a lot of noise), walk a little bit further to Parque del Este.Also, eating and drinking is not allowed. They're particularly vicious about not eating ANYTHING. Seriously. I was sitting there minding my own incoherent business, and this guard walks up to me and says: "Please put away those cookies, no eating". And I go, "Sir, I'm not eating anything." The man: "Seriously? Oh, sorry." I guess it's just hard to wrap one's head around the fact that a chubby lady sitting around not carrying edible items to her mouth.The bathrooms were recently re-modeled, and they're gorgeous, so hurry up and visit before my brainless, ignorant fellow-Caraquenios destroy them!