Thursday, September 2, 2010

Un mes.

Today marks the one month anniversary of our stay in Chile :)

I feel like I just got here until I think for about five more seconds then I feel like its been ages. I didn't realize how comfortable we've gotten in just one month. The majority of people in our group can finally get around town on foot or via Vina transportation without problems. Talking with locals has gotten easier even though at times I still have major conversation flops. Communication in general has become much easier.

Priscilla had a blood test this morning, so she and Balty left home before I even woke up at eight o clock. Unfortunately, she forgot to light the gas, so I had no option but to take a freezing shower. I decided to just wash my hair, but was suffering from intense brain freeze afterwards and had to borrow Priscilla's hair dryer to regain consciousness. I think a hair dryer will be my next investment. Tomorrow.

Class in the morning, lunch, class in the evening. It tires me out, especially when I walk to and from school.
To commemorate the one-month, Lauren, me, Liz, and a group of Liz's pals from Minnesota went to the movies...it was great. Popcorn, chocolate, and flavored gas water...yummo.

I made it home safely, though the colectivo ride was questionable.
Im thinking I have a great idea for a new South American video game. Crazy Colectivo. 
It would be such a hit. Colectivos are so interesting to me because 
1)they're all privately owned cars
2)they all have ineresting seat covers
3)each driver has his or her own music preference
4)each driver drives with his own style, making passengers feel either comfortable enough to snooze or scared enough to grip the seats for dear life
Object of the game: pick up as many passengers as possible and take them to their requested location as fast as possible without hitting dogs or pedestrians while maintaining an acceptable level of driving-recklessness.
I could make millions. 
And that is what I thought about on my ride home in the colectivo. 

Until tomorrow, 
Lesley