here are some of them

2 wednesdays ago--my parents and the post office went on strike, but hardly anyone particpated. they said it didn´t go well.

2 thursdays ago--lost my glasses at piedra feliz. danced until late.

2 fridays ago--had music lesson with marcelo, the chillest dude in the world. he sang ot me in portugese as he casually picked at his 12 string with his eyes closed like he was petting a cat. he wears sweaters with white shirts underneath and is tall and gangly and musician-like.

2 fridays ago--hung out with liliana, who is a gorgeous chilean mermaid on a raw food vegetarian diet and practices acupucture and has enormous hair and green eyes and pink mermaid lips. I am slightly obsessed with her because she wears feather, studies biochemistry and made me raw apple juice and salad, and we watched jackass together. she fell in love with johnny knoxville and made me write down his name and tell her how to pronouce it. we are going to go out dancing if i can find her phone number that functions.

2 saturdays ago--went to horcón (raggy hippie fishing town...very cool and had tasty empanadas) and zapallar (icky ritzy beach town). Went out for escudo with ruti and david in chorrillos, then almost fell asleep on micro to get home. encountered someone who would later have a temporary large part in my life some days later, that being

last monday--met, conversed, and had sex with my percussion teacher. freaked out. oops. he cancelled class the next day, and i left town on

last wednesday--btu before i did, my parents went on strike again. mamá marched in the street for a better salary. i took a 15 hour bus with raquel to Puerto Montt. five women total. Took eleven buses in five days, went to Chiloé and región de los lagos--to Castro, Parque Nacional, Achao, Dalcahue, Puerto Montt, Puerto Varas and Ensenada/Osorno/Petrohué.

thursday--to puerto montt, then castro, in hostel. ate lox for the first time, and enjoyed/was frightened by it.

friday--castro to then parque nacional. hiking, cabalgatas, salmon.

saturday--up at 5:30, hiked to beach, battled trail-blocking cattle. hop on only bus out of there, 7:30AM, back to castro. another bus to achao. spend afternoon there. go back to castro, see dalcahue on the way. bus to perto montt, then to puerto varas. hostel, panadería, pisco, ping pong and chess.

sunday--oversleep, last minute bus to petrohué. rapids, volcano, lago todos los santos. told rachel about teacher. hot damn, bus back to puerto varas, then to santiago after ravioli, hellish at this point, 15 more hours. then ONE more to valpo and finally, home. been ´round the south and back.

Exhilarating and beautiful, i am a lucky girl. met several unforgettable characters, including a little old man with a boat, a little old lady who sat on raquel´s shoulder on the bus, the cabalgatas guy, his wife, the weird dueña in puerto varas, the french civil servant, my chilean boyfriend who was an old man that cast 45 wily glances my way, berry pickers, little kids having a lollipop war next to my face, etc.

now what? more percussion classes....grrrr....i may get to teach dance classes, though, which would make the sleeping with the teacher-errors worthwhile. Que será será. last night i strolled around exhausted, wrote in my paper journal and came home. i need to buy batteries. who would think so little a thing could have such an impact on your lifestyle, so little a thing like double a batteries.
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