“Bienvenida a BonBon.” His flip flops slapped against the floor as he came forward extending his hand in welcome. It was an easy beginning to a night hosted, prepared and served by the same man in his board shorts, and saturday afternoon tee. We sat at a table outside in the garden surrounded by large green leaves and listened to our chef’s stories of his childhood in Chile and his choice to relocate for a simpler life on Easter Island. “Time slows down here. We can enjoy the important things in life like family, fresh air, and good food. Of course there is also the surf.” -he said with a chuckle. The street remained quiet until other hungry restaurant goers arrived and took a table inside. Pork sizzled in a frying pan, dusk approached and on our last night after staying a week on the island, we could see exactly what he was talking about.