Hello again!
I am glad to know that many of you are keeping up on my adventures down here!
I have started more of my classes, as last week I only had ONE. Ha, but I've had a few more now, and wow- my head hurts a little! I feel a little bit like I am wearing earmuffs sometimes. And I just can't quite decypher the language precisely. But, it is good to be in classes with other students that are not American- (it is funny, though- I have people from my program in almost all of my classes!). I had this theatre class last night that I think I will enjoy a lot. The professor gave us this 4 page short story, and we are to pick a segment from it to perform next week! I'm pretty excited as it has been a long time since I have performed something. :) So far, all of the professors and students are really nice. I ended up talking today with the guys who helped my friend and I last week, and he (Francisco) was so nice! It is great to be able to carry on conversations with people now, and understand more and more of what they are saying.
Last weekend, my mom, sister and I went to Isla Negra to see Neruda's house there. The beach was the most beautiful and powerful I have seen yet. BIG, black rocks and BIG white, blue, turquoise waves... Very tranquilo. It was so cold, but my mom brought cookies and hot water for tea and coffee. (Unfortunately, however, something throughout that day did not sit well in my stomach, and I got very ill that night and into the early hours of the next morning-no fun at all). But, live and learn.
My experience being sick made me realize that I am out of tune with my body these days. I have been so caught up in- I don't know.... Living in another country(!) that it has been hard to really get into myself. But, again- live and learn. I am taking time to adjust because there is simply no hurry. I feel like a freshman again- or like a naked baby. Just waiting, breathing, living, listening- not only to myslef but the big world around me.
Freequently, people ask me "Why Chile?" and my answer: "Porque no?"
Really I don't know WHY Chile. WHY I chose to come to this long, skinny country-Home of Neruda, Mistral, Alliende and others..... Maybe Chile chose me? My choice in coming here was so organic that it never seemed like a big choice at all. A simple, "yes, I would like to open an application to go study in Chile for a year" was all it took.
And here I am. I miss you all, but am finding so much comfort in my memories, and know that this time, space- is all relative. I love you all.
Caio!