The cars have stopped honking, the music and announcements are no longer carrying to my room two blocks away from Plaza de Armas. People have to work in the morning and all I hear is my fingers’ tiny drumming sound, a big dog barking about a block away and the fan of my laptop.
BUT LESS THAN TWO hours ago, the city was in a jubilant uproar for the safe return of all 33 miners from the dense, more than mile deep barrier from themselves and everything they love in the world. When all of them were breathing the same fresh air and under the same bright Chilean stars, everything seemed better than good. And I have to say, it still does.