...and I may need some bleach. They should make a dye from beet juice.
To my closest followers- so sorry for the slacking, lately! Not much was happening around here for a while and then suddenly its like I'm rushing around trying to find time to fit everything in my day and before I know it its midnight. I don't think I'll ever get used to the time difference- as small and insignificant as it seems.
The past few days have included:
Baseball- The Rangers are going to the World Series. I just know it. I can't believe that I decided to come to Chile in the same year that the Rangers-my team-finally make it the the playoffs...but when I think about it for more then a second I realize its probably for my own good. If I were in Oklahoma, just 200 miles away, I would probably be standing at Iron Starr working during the games thinking "this stinks. I'm too close to home to not be at that game." But here...I just have to deal with the fact that I won't be traveling 5,000 miles/can't travel 5,000 miles to watch a baseball game. The good news: games are on TV here, now!
Im currently watching the Rangers beat the Yankees 2 to 0 in the 4th inning. There he goes again- Clif Lee strikes out yet another poor poor Yankee.
Priscilla just brought me an interesting 10:30 PM dinner.
Cauliflower, BEETS!, two hotdogs, yogurt, and cherry juice.
If this is as close as I can get to ballpark food...I'll take it. Besides, I love beets and its been too long since I've had them.
Yesterday I ventured to Santiago with a classmate for a concert at the Estadio Nacional. We saw RUSH- it was awesome, and my idea of Chileans was slightly proven wrong. They don't even serve alcohol at concerts, here! I asked Priscilla why...she said that people go too crazy. I should be thankful (as the only gringa in that gigantic stadium filled with dark headed, dark-clothed, Chileans) that things stayed very civil and we encountered absolutely no problems. Concert in Chile: check.
Well...maybe one little problem. I trusted Nick to make the hostel arrangements. He promised that the hostel we would stay at was near the stadium and right by the stadium- can it get more perfect?! Apparently he was dreaming anyway. We walked for about an hour after getting off of the subway (that was fun, though...slightly scary but fun) and landed at a home...not a hostel. The HOMEowners were slightly surprised when we rang the bell and said in Spanish "hi we're here to stay for the night!"...talk about late notice. I guess we rang the right bell, though. The woman who lived in the random house was kind and let us sleep on the floor. They even drove us to the concert!
I should get back to my current jobs:
another blog with a few Spanish classes at Shack (cool, right?)
a presentation due on Wednesday
a test tomorrow
the Ranger game
Later,
Lesley
ooh, and the weather today was shorts-worthy. YES!
