Lima, Peru

Hello all!
Writing here safely from Jessica Schwabs house in Lima (a friend of my Dad). We arrived early in the morning of the 27, and have gotten to eat some really good food and explore Lima a bit both with Jessica and her family as well as with her niece, Carol. Carol is 24, and really nice and has been our guide for the past two days. I am traveling with my friewnd Margot (who is playing the piano right now!) and it is just great so far.
Lima is alright. We are planning on going North tomorrow, however, to spend New Years in Trujillo, on the coast and then make our way up to Ecuador and eventually Colombia. Last night we went with Carol and her boyfriend and his friends to watch them all play soccer in this barrio that was a little sketchy. We werent in danger, though because we were surrounded by her and her big, Peruvian guy friends. The soccer game was interesting, and there was a nice mix of Peruvians hanging out. Margot and I constantly get a kick out of the differences between the Peruvians and Chileans, and whos -is -whos. In Chile, Pisco is Chilean, but here in Peru of course Pisco is Peruvian because "Chileans try and steal everything that is ours...". So, it has been interesting to see that there is some tension between the two countries still. Even Carols boyfriend didnt recieve us too nicely when we said we had been in Chile. "oh Chiiiile, poh!?" mimicking the sing-song Chilean dialect. We did notice as well that a lot of the "Chileanismos" have carried over to Peru as well. Bakan and other words (which we previously thought were CHILEAN) are actually more common. Including, for example, our favorite "wevon" it sounds like "weoown" when spoken and can mean anything from "dude" to "asshole" to "lazy bum" to "friend". Also, (we got a kick out of this one...) it can be used as a verb or even adverb! In an interview a Chilean poet described that most interviews are written "huevonamente" Ha, definately one of my favorite words so far. We are not spending too much time in Peru now, but after our Ecuador Colombia adventures, we will most likely come back through and do the Cusco, Machu Pichu, Lake titicaca thing. Margot also wants to go into Bolivia, so well just see where we go! So far, there have been lots of laughs, and there will hopefully continue to be as we carry on our adventures. Good vibes coming from here! Happy holidays and Happy New year to you all up there!
Chauuuuuu!

Chilean Christmass and travel stuff

Hello All!
Writing here after a wonderful, different Christmass spent with my Chilean family. I am so glad to have experienced this day with them, and got to see how Chileans do Christmass. The food is about the same-Turkey, etc... and I even made Mom´s Southern Stuffing which was SOOO tasty! There is a little more drinking, a LOT of presents (I even got some!) and a much later night. We opened presents at midnight and my little cousin was SO excited, she could HARDLY wait. But, then midnight rolled around, we opened presents and continued to laugh and drink. This same night, I got a call from my friend Margot (who I am traveling with!) and she said she and her family were going out. So, I met up with them in Valpo for some drinks (approx. 2AM) and Valpo was Hopping! People were out everywhere, just as if it was a regular party night! ha, So crazy... These Chileans... Anyway, after the bar we went to her host brother´s other house, and ended up chatting, drinking wine, and playing guitar until 8 AM that morning! Wow, one for the books for sure. Christmass day itself was pretty uneventful, we had a nice big lunch, and then went to the beach for the rest of the day (jelous??). :) It was great...
AND NOW I am getting ready to go to Lima! So, my travel plans are as follows:
I have a round trip to/from Lima Peru leaving tonight and returning on February 25 back to Chile. In Peru, we may only stay one night in Lima, then catch a bus to Arequipa (Margot has friends there) and then up to Cusco where we will spend New Year´s. Then from there..... I would like to go into Colombia and Ecuador, and Margot may want to do Bolivia, so we´ll see... But I will keep you all posted and am sure will have many stories to share in these upcomming months! Wish me luck and uneventful flights and buss rides!
Chau!

"Valparaíso, mi amooooor!"

Heeeeelo all!
I have spent a lot of time in Valpo lately and it has been just wonderful. I reeeeally love it. I´ll do a little overview of how the last few days have been, as they have been lovely time spent with friends and a mom.
A few nights ago, My friend Emilie Sanchez´s mother (who is visiting from CA and is just lovely) took me and some of our other friends, Sophie, Ali and Nico out for a really nice Pizza dinner in Cerro Alegre in Valpo. It was this cute little restaurant tucked away in the midst of the un-seperated bildings and had a nice homey feel to it. We sat around our table in chairs and the bench seats with pillows. For dinner we got some wine and pizza, and conversed about everything from "hipsters" to the concept of infinity and movement. I learned a phrase that is "sobre mesa" and literally, it means "about (over) the table" but it signifies conversing before, during and after the meal, just because you can. Where food is not the central theme or reason for your going-out, but rather a nice touch, an extra little something to do while you are talking about big, small and interesting things with your company. We were there for about 3 hours, and it was one of the better meals and "sobre mesas" I´ve had. After dinner, we went to a lookout it see all of Valpo, and I learned that the Southern hemisphere actually sees more stars than we do in the North because they look through a bunch of different galaxies, while we look only through the Milky Way. (something like that, at least...)We then proceded to sing and play songs on a funy, beautiful instrument that Nico, our ´token Chilean´ had, made out of an armadilo shell. It was a reaaaallly nice night.
The next night was very Valpo. My other friend, Emily invited me to her friend´s art exhibition which consisted of a display of his photographs of people wthin Valparaíso. They were hung on clotheslines outside in the open air. The photos in black and white were set on either black or white clothing, and those in color were set on clothes that complimented the tones of the photo. Sunset over Valparaíso, Chile, drinking Pisco Sours and wine, conversing over the makeshift fire amongst an open-air photo gallery... yea, good stuff...Later on in the night, our friend started playing (wonderfully!) his accordion, and I agreed to translate a Noam Chomsky book, Government in the Future, for the man who owns the Communist Completo stand and bookstore. Again, very Valpo.
The Next night (last night) was a little more frantic, but awesome as well. I had agreed to go to see my friend play the accordion at this commie Bookstore, and so Emilie and her mother and I all went. I took the "wrong" micro to get there, but ended up meeting a nice guy from Kansas who studied in Santiago, so there you go... Anyway, I had inquired about a dance class earlier in the week to find out that Tuesday nights at 8:45 there was a class of baile contemporanea. I was so excited, and wore a leotard underneath my dress so that I could go see my friend play the accordion, then back to Viña to daaance. So, Emilie her mother and I walked a bit up the cerro into the bookstore, into what seemed to be a gathering of some sort. My friend wouldn´t arrive for another little while, so we made small talk and got lost in an idealogical discussion amongst the folks there. Then, my friend came and played some songs with this girl who really rocked her guitar singing Violeta Parra songs. We only stayed for a bit, though, as we had another engagement to attend down the street. It was getting close to time for me to leave for my dance class, but I had already agreed to go to this poetry reading/book launch, and so I did for a little but. I didn´t stay long, however, because my mind was dancing, and I knew I "had to dance". So, I flagged down a micro and caught traffic back to Viña. I was running about 5 minutes late, but figured Chilean Time was in my favor. I excitedly ran up the stairs and asked the lady (whom I had talked to earlier) where the class was. "Oh," she looked at me, "the classes won´t resume until January as we are in the holidays now..." awesome.
SO, went Back to Valpo, because one of our profesors was reading his poetry that night, and it sounded cool. Little bummed that I didn´t get to dance then, but I made up for it later...
Got back to Valpo and had a complimentary glass of wine, and listened to some poetry and a (not so) short story, written and delivered by a 12-year-old. ha, Another Valpo moment. Then Emilie and I conversed with our profe/friend for a bit and agreed to meet up later to celebrate his book release (which was what the event was for). We walked Emilie´s mom to her hostel, and ran into our friend, the accordion player! With him, we went to a new bar (for me) and got some wine blended with fruit of the season. So yummy! A little bit about his bar...
You walk in, and the floor and parts of the wall (as well as a sculpture on the bar) is all in mosaic tiles. It is dimly lit, and has paintings on the walls, and every table is painted differently as well. We were next to a painting that depicted an over-exaggerated body (eyes, arms, stomach painted with large strokes that gave it a very surreal, desolate look) in a "field" with train tracks overgrown with weeds, and tree stumps littering the ground. The figure, with eyes BULGIING, was eating his own fist. It was weird. And I loved it. Then we were sold a student magazine for 200 pesos (like, 60 cents)and an accordion player came in to play some songs and ask for money. The "art scene" in Valpo is just wild, its Everywhere! On the walls, floors, tables of buildings, on the streets, in the air... its awesome.
Later into the night, we parted ways with our accordion friend, and met with our profe friend Alejandro Banda. We went to his friend´s house (which is in the construction process of becoming a restaurant) and then to another friend´s house to play insturuments. We were listening to some jams, Emilie sang (like an angel) and then they asked me to dance. Well, I thought... "I´m not wearing this leotard for nothing!" So I warmed up stretching, and daaaaaanced. and danced, and danced. And they played and played and played. It was great. Then Sr. Banda gave me a ride home, and I feeeellll asleep. Por fin.
These past few days Have been great, and I am looking forward so much to starting my travels (on Saturday!) and then coming back to experience Valpo again, deeper and with more intention. Let the journey continue...
Happy holidays to you all up there, love and miss you all...
Chau!

...on time, a year and other things...(like my genie)

Heeelo all
If you aven´t seen the movie GATTACA, and enjoy a good strange flick then you should watch it. It is set in "the future" where people are geneticly pre-determined. Good hair, Dad´s nice eyes, not prone to heart desease, depression or any of that sort, and with a long life expectancy. The main character was naturally born (oh no!) and is predetermined to have a bad heart, short life span, agression, etc... He works in a space station as a janitor until he finds a man ( a former Olympic swimmer) whose DNA he can use so that he can be "qualified" to go into Space. So, he goes through this whole process of shedding excess skin and hair everyday and sprinkling his workstation with the shedded skin and hair of the other Geneticlly Superior guy (who is tragically confined to a wheelchair), as the company does routine DNA checks to keep everything good and square. Anyway, the story develops and gets good and it is a movie that I definately recommend.
We watched this movie in Pucón when we were down there, and I was very pleasently surprised that it was on. There´s this one point where the protagonist is dancing with a woman he is beginning to fall for just (conveniently) as he is about to go into space for a year. They exchange words about "wanting to leave and then finding a reason to stay..." and then the woman, Uma Thurman says "well, what is a year but one rotaiton around the sun?"
...And so begin my thoughts on that...
A year. One year around the sun. I have thought about this so many times, it makes my head spin. "I am going to Chile for a year" was in the forefront of my mind for months before I came here. I WAS in Chile in February, March, April, may, etc.... And then I got here, and it was like, "ok, now what?" Like being put into a room (or something) and told to make something of it. Make light, put stuff on the walls, re-model, paint, create, invite friends to come and see it. Something like that. And then it seems to be over. I will get on a plane back to the US, and then what? I´ve thought numerous times about re-uniting with my friends and family, and having fun and seeing everything with different eyes, etc... But I´m not there yet. I am here. Sometimes I can´´t think at all and others I think it may be the death of me. Where is the balance between thinking, living, doing and just BEing. I don´t think I thought about my 7th grade year this much, so why is this one any different? I mean, it is infinately different, but I´m still here, still living and still me. Still. Me. I´m different and the same all at once. I am ever changing and transforming, and eternaly Me. Always.
Reflecting always comes around this time on a New Year. New goals, desires, improvements, firsts, lasts and a good look back at how the year has gone so far. Last year at this time I was different (obvio). In a comitted relationship, and getting ready for a big adventure to go down the Grand Canyon for 15 days. THAT was a fun trip. I didn´t journal much about it, but it has penetrated into my soul in many ways. This end of year has been so wild when I think about where I was at the Beginning of the year. Knowing I was coming here, and still being there. January of 2009 is like an ooooold memory from far far away. But it wasn´t that long ago really. hm. Juuuust thinking... But its great, really this whole "time" thing we´ve created. It is fun to manipulate it and have a Good time, have it fly or crawl or whatever. Whatever we make of it is what it is.
on Ted.com (which you should ALL check out) I watched this video lecture by Elizabeth Gilbert, the author, as she talked about "genius" and inspiration, and where they come from. I guess the Greeks and Romans believed it to be a kind of spirit or something that visits you, and helps you (or inspires you) to create your work of genius. Certianly us mortals cannot take all of the credit for these great works of art ourselfs! There is another force working here that helps us realize our greatness. So where is my genie!? I´ve been needing it lately-maybe it´s with someone else right now. So I´ll wait. I´ll hang out and do my thing and hope it shows up to do its thing.
There is always music here! Weather on the radio, blairing from other houses, or a man walking the streets with a guitar and singing. I love it.
I am almost done filling the pages of a journal (Book) that I´ve had for over 2 years. there´s quite a bit of stuff in it, and it mostly serves as my pensive (any Harry Potter fans out there? Dumbeldore´s Pensive???). Its great.
So, a new Decade is upon us. What shal we make of it?
Until next time...
Chau!
oh! And I took a Cuban dance class last night, and it was great. :)

viajes de mi vida...

Hello all!
Writing here after what was probably one of the best trips of my life- so far. A lot happened, so I will just go day-by-day and give some highlights and insights. This trip taught me a lot about how to travel, how to be a traveler, and how to prioritize my travels so that I am having fun and being safe and smart all at the same time. I got to get back to some of my roots, and even discover new ones. This may be a little long, so get comfy or read day by day. Overall, it was fantastic, so here we go.....
Day 1: After a long, overnight bus ride, we finally showed up in the beautiful and surprisingly suny town of Pucón, Chile about 14 hours south of Viña. We were showed to our Cabañas which were amazing, and my friend Amy and I took a much needed nap in one of the enormous beds. We Nearly missed breakfast, but thanks to the Chilean hospitality, were treated to a lovely meal. Then we had a presentation on the activities we had to chose from for our "free day" the next day, and the rafting got me all excited... But, thats for the next day. After this presentation, we all then got ready to take the bus to a Mapuche community and spend a day with them. This consisted of firstly asking the space for acceptance to enter it, and then getting a guided tour of their museum, and asking questions about their lifestyle and practices.
We then made it upstairs where we sat around a big, circular (so you can see everyone´s face when they talk) indoor fireplace (where they boil water and bake bread) and just chatted about their lifes and ours. It was very cool.
I asked the lady about their religious practices, and she talked about how they believe in spirits, and divine beings, and how when they pray, it is for the whole world. So just think- somewhere in the middle of the South of Chile, there are ancient Mapuche peoples praying for not just them, you or the environment, but for the whole world...
That night we did a little partying, as it was one of our last nights all together as a group, and hung out with some recent high-school grads as they were having a weekend party at the same resort we were at. It was pretty funny because they were all just Mezmorized by our "cool gringo ways". it was great...
Day 2: This day ruled. Since I couldnt ride horses in the morning as I had wished, I went zip-lining through the forest and over the river, instead! It was SO tranquilo to literally be flying through these environments. It was awesome. Then, in the afternoon, I got into a raft and rafted down a river! One of the guides was in a "safety" kayak, and watching him huck the nar and paddle just made me realize how much I really wanted to be kayaking! I´ve had a strange relationship with kayaking because it scares the shit our of me, but is also really fun. So now, I think its time to just go for it. It is definately a goal to look forward to. The rapids were so enticingly awesome, and definately got me pumped. I literally thought to myself instead of traveling this smmer, I Could just hang out here and be a kayak bum all summer.... Ha, but the excitement of my travels is just too big to give up. Maybe after I graduate I will disappear into Pucón with Amelie and raft and kayak....
That night, we went out on the town for what WAS going to be a just one drink, but turned out to be many and 4 AM. How this happened, was me going to the bar and ordering another drink, and hearing a guy order a "shot" who was clearly North American. In English, I asked him where he was from and he said West Virginia, and I found out that he teaches History at a Kayaking school! He was really nice, and introduced my friends and I to his kayaking friends (who are all professionally sponsored, btw...) and we had a great time chatting. Then we hit the dance floor, and I met even More kayak bums. One guy was really nice and from California, and we chatted and daced thoughout the night. Since my friend Conor (who I furthur traveled with) and I decided to stay in Pucón an extra night and didn´t want to pay for a hostle, I asked my new friend if we could crash at his place in exchange for cooking breakfast the next morning. He consulted his roomies, and all was well.So, we went back to our cabaña that night, and woke up leisurely the next morning to prepaire to go to the Hot Springs around Pucón.

Day 3: Very tranquilo day at the hot springs. Not to much happened this day, just a lot of hanging out in the Springs and chilllllllling. Much needed. I also did a lttle river walking and exploring, and realized that walking up, down and through rivers is one of my very favorite things to do. The place where the springs were was just so naturally beautiful, and got me very excited about my upcoming ravels to the South of Chile in the Lakes District. That evening, our program had a (surreal) goodbye dinner wih everyone, and we all said our farewells. It was so crazy to reflect on the first night we were all together in Chile during Orientation, and then to be here now saying goodbye??? It was really strange, but all part of the journey...

Then, Conor and I found our Kayaking friends place, and went out for some drinks and crashed on their floor. The next day we made breakfast (as promised), and left a beer in their fridge for them to enjoy.

Day 4: Then we started our adventure! The plan the whole time was to hitch hike to "cut down on costs, and up the adventure" so thats what we did. We woke p fairly early to get a good start on the day, and planned on getting South. We hitched some really friendly rides with some nice people, and ended up in these beautiful lake towns. One, Lican Ray was particularly beautiful, and we ate a nice lunch by the shore. At one point, we weren´t having much success making the distance we wanted, and decided to stop in one of Chile´s cooler cities called Valdivia, where they brew yummy beer. :) It was founded by German settlers, and has a very distinct style that I really enjoyed. We checked into our hostle, cleaned up, and made the trek to the cervecería Kuntzman. With beer as our motive, we walked and walked, but couldn´t find it. Finally we flagged down a micro and went the extra few kilometers to get there. Once we did, we took some silly pictures (soon to be on Facebook) and enjoyed our much deserved beers. So yummy! Conor ordered this Cerveza Miel (honey) which is so sweet and SO delisious! I ordered an unfiltered Lager that was divine as well. Then, we left and found a restaurant and drank more cervezas artesenales. It was great.

Day 5: We had bought bus tickets the night before to get to the town of Puerto Varas which was close to our Final Destination of this town called Petrohué, which is the launch point for a 3 day trek we had planned. So, we got to Puerto Varas, walked into town, did a littlefood shopping, and caught a bus to Petrohué where se set up our "tent" and spent the night underneath Volcano Osorno. I say "tent" because Somehow, Somewhere in between Pucón and Petrohué, our tent magically malfunctioned. We set it up in Pucón and it was fine and normal, but for some reason in Petrohué it.... just got screwed up- I don´t really know how to describe it other than "not right". (Again, Facebook offers a lovely description) But, nontheless, it was a shelter and it worked...

Day 6: We had spoken with a boat captian the day before about ferrying us over to the "town" where we would begin our trek, and he offered us a deal, so we met him at about 7:30 Am for the 2 hour ride over. When we got there, however, there was a small shore, a shack and two horses. Nothing else. But, it was the place, so we began our journey. The beginning of the hike was just beautiful. It was misting, and we walked through green pastures,and thick bamboo (yes, bamboo!) forests. There were some sketchy suspension bridges to cross, but other than that, it was magical. Our map indicated that there were farms along the way, so we decided to check one out to see if it had any food for sale. We found out that the lady would make us lunch so we agreed and hung out for about an hour while she prepaired what turned out to be one of the most heavenly lunches I have had. It started with bread. Freshly Baked Bread that she had made by hand only hours before. By the first bite, I was smitten. Never ever have I had such divine, tasty bread in all of my life. It was SO GOOD. damn. so good. Then we had soup, rice, a seafood thing, and some potatoes. All with the sides of bread and homemade goat chese. THEN, for dessert we had cherries that were lovely as well.

After peeling ourselfs from our chairs, full bellys and hearts, we continued. Our destination for that day was the Hot Springs of Callan. First, we stopped at another farmhouse to get the keys to the hotsprings, and chatted more with the lady who lived there and se gave us cookies! And two cans of beer :).

About 2 Km. later we arrived at the hot springs. We were thinking a pool of sorts, but unlocked the door to find two hollowed-out Tree Trunks that were the "baths". So, like naturals, we stripped down and jumped in the hot hot water. Then, like College students, we cracked open our beers and said "salud".

That night, we made a fire, checked out the stars, and slept in the hot tub room because, lets face it, it was way better than our "tent".

Day 6: Starting the day with another dip in the Springs, we were ready for the 16 Km treck this day to another lake. We started climbing and hiking, and ate lunch, and enjoyed more of the lovely scenery of where we were. We WERE folowing a path (which was mostly farm animal tracks) when, all of a sudden, there was No path to follow. hmmm.

yea, the path we had ben following literally just ended. Even when we back-tracked, we hardly got anywhere, because the paths were so obscure. Our map did little to help us, but we both kept our cool, and continued looking for any kind of path. Finally we came upon one, and I went to check out one way, and Conor the other. We agreed to turn around in 2 minutes. My way of the path looked farmiliar and un-promising, and when I heard him call my name, I was pretty sure he found something. And he did! We followed it and it took us right where we needed to go. phewph.

Side note on this: Getting lost and getting found have many different components. Sometimes you´re lost, lost and have NO clue, sometimes you´re found found and have Every clue going for you, and then other times you´re lost and found even when you´re not expecting either, and yet other times you´re found when you´re lost. I think that´s just how things work out sometimes. You´re always somewhere on the chart of being lost, found, found, lost. Something like that.....

Anyway, we eventually emerged into the rolling, green pastures of farmland emmersed in between mountains, lakes and volcanoes for what was one of the most beautiful sights I had seen. We bought some bread and cheese from another farm lady, and were walking when one of the people from the farmhouse the day before stopped us and recognized us and enticed us with a bottle of vino tinto. So, we agreed, and were poured two glasses of wine, as we sat tranquilo in the midst of this beautiful land. We cracked into our bread, cheese, avocado and tomato, and had a lovely feast and chatted with our farmer friend about (what else!?) American politics! He was very curious to hear our opinions on which administration we thought was better (bush or Obama) and we both expresses our pro-Obama opinions. Chile´s elections are today, and when I asked our new friend who he was voting for (I prefaced it with "may I ask you a personal question" because the Chileans are just like that...) and he never told us who his candidate was..

Well, after our bottle, we were on our way to camp down by the lake. We got there, set up our tent, admired the sunset, built another fire, and were greeted by Another farmer named Sebastián who was also very kind, sold us beer, and was Also curious about our Bush vs. Obama opinions. ¿¡Qué raro!? We chatted for a bit, but once he went on his way, we both passed out and sept soundly.

Day 7: This day we woke up slowly and took a dip in the beautiful lake that was at our feet. We only had a few kilometers to walk that day, and we did them in a very tranquilo way, until we got to this dirt road that eventually led us into the town of El Poncho where we would catch a bus back to Osorno. Upon arrival in Osorno, we set out to look for a good pizza place Conor had read about in his guide book. We were trying to find it, and couldn´t so we asked some locals who gave us another recommendation. We went there instead and feasted on pizza, salad,and yes, some beers. Then, Conor decide to get a hostle and continue his journey down South, and since I didn´t have a whole lot to do, I considered going back to Pucón to say hi to my kayaker friends, but then realized it wasn´t really vale la pena (worth it), and decided to come back to Viña instead. That took care of both a place to sleep that night (a 12 hour overnight ride) and transportation.

Day 8: Arrived in Santiago at about 10 AM, exhausted, and came back to Viña. My house is decorated with Christmas stuff, and it is so cute! Then, I napped and ate some dinner and drove around to look at the Christmass lights with my Host mom and sister. It was just lovely. A great way to end (or begin) my trip. Summer break has officially begun!

Now I am here, and still working on just exactly what it is I am going to do in the next few weeks. I need to be in Quito, Ecuador on January 4,so we´ll see how that works out. :)

...And that´s that! Thanks for reading. It was a wonderful trip, and so much fun. Happy Holidays to all of you up there!Salud.

Chau -Celine

mmmmm. más adventuras....

Hello all,
So its been a while, and I thought I´d give a little update on how these past few weeks (?) have gone...
Last Friday was Amelie´s last night in Viña- CRAZY how time flies! So to celebrate, we made a pumpkin pie (not Quite as good as home, but still...) and had some food at my house, then went to her house for a Surprise Party(!) that Jeannie and I had planned. We had some snacks and drinks at her house, then went out dancing for what was one of the most fun nights I have had dancing in... a long time. The energy was just SO good. We entered, and it was ON. We took a tequila shot, and danced the night away. However, tired me ( I had gone to a concert in Santiago the night before, and out the night before that!) had to go home at the early hour of about 3:30... So, Amelie and I said our bittersweet good-bye´s, and I made the trek home. Despite being a little sad, I still feel so grateful for the time we got to share, and am so excited for both of our wonderful adventures to come. :)
Then, the weekend passed, and one morning I happened to be glancing through the newspaper my host mom had gotten to look for jobs for my host brother. As I was skimming, I read that an "original rock band" needed a vocalist. So, of course I immediately called the number and set up an audition. Then, I had a friend come visit who is traveling around South America, and we went out and hung out, and she (thankfully) came to my audition with me!
Getting there was a bit of an adventure as I had to call the guy like 5 times to figure out exactly where his friend´s appartment was. But, nevertheless, we got there, and only one member from the band was there (out of 4...) but there was a microphone and music. So, I sang some songs, and chatted with the guy who complimented me a lot on how nice I was, and how I seemed a lot like a "mujer" or, woman, and told me I had a Powerful voice. And that was it. So, maybe I´ll get a call and maybe not. I went. I went to a band audition in Chile. yup.
So, that was fun. Then, I´ve just been hanging out for a bit and trying to get all of my plans and stuff together for my summer (still) and trying not to stress at all about schoolwork and all of that... But, doin good. A little homesick sometimes, but I am in good hands here. Love you all up there!
Chau chau!