¿Es posible que camine más lento?
Me encanta Chile, en serio, pero me molesta cuando las personas en la calle caminar tan muy muy lento. EN SERIO.
(I love child, seriously I do, but it drives me crazy when people walk super super slowly in the street. SERIOUSLY.)
I broke my foot, I took the cast off four weeks later, I didn't know how to move my foot, my ankle was like jelly, my hamstring super tight and I had to roll my foot really slowly from heal to toe when walking. I walked like a snail, it took me five times longer to get anywhere, but I STILL PASSED people. How is this possible? My foot didn't even recognize the ground.
People just enjoy life here? I do not have the answers to these questions, everyone walks really slowly like they have no where to go and then sometimes just stop in the middle of the street, for no good reason.
I guess I should slow down to their pace as well. Maybe I am just a tad bit impatient.
Well this past month has been great. I got to trip it home to the cold state of New York for Christmas, was home for 6 days, but saw almost all friends and family and traveled from NYC to Rochester and back again...good stuff. My favorite part was of course spending the entire day with my two incredible nephews, they make me smile more than anyone I know. Recently my mom was talking to my four year old nephew on the phone and he asked to speak to his Aunt Meg and she said I wasn't there, that I was back in Chile and he argued with her that I was there because he SAW me. Well after another long discussion about how far away I was and that I went back, my beautiful nephew says to my mom "Now I feel sad." Seriously, Parker, another boy breaking my heart. :)
Christmas was amazing, cast and snow and all...I ate enough to gain back about 5 of the lost pounds and headed back to Chile on December 27th early in the morning. I had a 9 hour layover in Bogota, Columbia so decided to make the most of it. Although I had been sufficiently warned to be careful in Bogota, I looked up where to go and took a taxi from the airport to the city, only when we went down one street did he ask me to lock my doors on both sides as he did the same. I visited the Gold Museum, ate some fried street food, drank coffee in a cafe, and watched some artists paint in the street. It was a nice day, although trekking about sin cast for the first time required a lot of sitting time.
I arrived back in Santiago on the 28th, dived back into work for three whole days before heading to Valparaiso for three days to celebrate the coming of 2010. Pictures can explain this scene cause I am not sure I am able to. Thousands upon thousands of people (supposedly bigger than NYE in NYC) crowd into this amazing artistic city for fireworks, throwing of champagne and dancing, we had a blast and while most of us made it out of bed the next day (not all) we spent a few very hot hours at the beach, went to bed early on the 1st and returned to normal humans on the 2nd for an awesome full beach day. The water here is freezing but the waves are incredible.
I spent another week back at work, getting readjusted to walking and eating in Chile and then...DRUM ROLL PLEASE....Katie Rose Carcich arrives in Chile on January 8th.
A world wind 10 day adventure proceeds taking us from Santiago to La Serena, Coquimbo, Elqui Valley, Atacama desert, Viña del Mar and Valpraiso. We ate good and not so good food. She had one or two empanadas everyday. Drank terremotos, pisco sours, piscolas, danced at Chico Trujillo, painted with the girls at the hogar, swam in the ocean, climbed a few small mountains and hills, bought fresh vegetables, ate fruit from a tree, drank wine (lots and lots of Chilean wine) and experienced a whole new world. Experiencing Chile with Katie made me realize how far I had come/grown/changed since leaving NY five months ago. Not only did she make me feel like my (Chilean) Spanish was actually good (not usually true), that I knew my way around, but that I wake up smiling everyday. It was awesome ten days, made me a bit homesick and I watched her for much longer at the airport than necessary, but the memories will live on for a while. What different places we live in now? We have all grown and changed a good deal since that first night meeting drunk at a frat party almost nine years ago while I pined away at some boy that she knew. But good to know that in the years we have spent becoming sisters, that we have only grown that much happier and more fun in my opinion.
Well it was a difficult week after Katie went home due to some logistics and I blogged about that in a different setting, but today I sit in bed, writing, half sleeping, after an incredible weekend in Cajon del Maipo. After once again we successfully "retreated" into the mountains to breathtaking places to rediscover who we are, redefine why we live here and refocus on how we will continue to do work with the people that need it the most. Two very intense days followed by a maginicent birthday party that included cheap wine and champagne, bonfires, 3am swimming, 5am star gazing, and finally falling asleep cuddled by friends, under a blanket of shooting stars and surrounded by mountains. I don't think I could ask for much more. I agree Lynn, how amazing would it be to wake up every morning with all of your favorite people, to the sound of music coming from the kitchen and "pancakes" on the grill...maybe someday. :)
(I love child, seriously I do, but it drives me crazy when people walk super super slowly in the street. SERIOUSLY.)
I broke my foot, I took the cast off four weeks later, I didn't know how to move my foot, my ankle was like jelly, my hamstring super tight and I had to roll my foot really slowly from heal to toe when walking. I walked like a snail, it took me five times longer to get anywhere, but I STILL PASSED people. How is this possible? My foot didn't even recognize the ground.
People just enjoy life here? I do not have the answers to these questions, everyone walks really slowly like they have no where to go and then sometimes just stop in the middle of the street, for no good reason.
I guess I should slow down to their pace as well. Maybe I am just a tad bit impatient.
Well this past month has been great. I got to trip it home to the cold state of New York for Christmas, was home for 6 days, but saw almost all friends and family and traveled from NYC to Rochester and back again...good stuff. My favorite part was of course spending the entire day with my two incredible nephews, they make me smile more than anyone I know. Recently my mom was talking to my four year old nephew on the phone and he asked to speak to his Aunt Meg and she said I wasn't there, that I was back in Chile and he argued with her that I was there because he SAW me. Well after another long discussion about how far away I was and that I went back, my beautiful nephew says to my mom "Now I feel sad." Seriously, Parker, another boy breaking my heart. :)
Christmas was amazing, cast and snow and all...I ate enough to gain back about 5 of the lost pounds and headed back to Chile on December 27th early in the morning. I had a 9 hour layover in Bogota, Columbia so decided to make the most of it. Although I had been sufficiently warned to be careful in Bogota, I looked up where to go and took a taxi from the airport to the city, only when we went down one street did he ask me to lock my doors on both sides as he did the same. I visited the Gold Museum, ate some fried street food, drank coffee in a cafe, and watched some artists paint in the street. It was a nice day, although trekking about sin cast for the first time required a lot of sitting time.
I arrived back in Santiago on the 28th, dived back into work for three whole days before heading to Valparaiso for three days to celebrate the coming of 2010. Pictures can explain this scene cause I am not sure I am able to. Thousands upon thousands of people (supposedly bigger than NYE in NYC) crowd into this amazing artistic city for fireworks, throwing of champagne and dancing, we had a blast and while most of us made it out of bed the next day (not all) we spent a few very hot hours at the beach, went to bed early on the 1st and returned to normal humans on the 2nd for an awesome full beach day. The water here is freezing but the waves are incredible.
I spent another week back at work, getting readjusted to walking and eating in Chile and then...DRUM ROLL PLEASE....Katie Rose Carcich arrives in Chile on January 8th.
A world wind 10 day adventure proceeds taking us from Santiago to La Serena, Coquimbo, Elqui Valley, Atacama desert, Viña del Mar and Valpraiso. We ate good and not so good food. She had one or two empanadas everyday. Drank terremotos, pisco sours, piscolas, danced at Chico Trujillo, painted with the girls at the hogar, swam in the ocean, climbed a few small mountains and hills, bought fresh vegetables, ate fruit from a tree, drank wine (lots and lots of Chilean wine) and experienced a whole new world. Experiencing Chile with Katie made me realize how far I had come/grown/changed since leaving NY five months ago. Not only did she make me feel like my (Chilean) Spanish was actually good (not usually true), that I knew my way around, but that I wake up smiling everyday. It was awesome ten days, made me a bit homesick and I watched her for much longer at the airport than necessary, but the memories will live on for a while. What different places we live in now? We have all grown and changed a good deal since that first night meeting drunk at a frat party almost nine years ago while I pined away at some boy that she knew. But good to know that in the years we have spent becoming sisters, that we have only grown that much happier and more fun in my opinion.
Well it was a difficult week after Katie went home due to some logistics and I blogged about that in a different setting, but today I sit in bed, writing, half sleeping, after an incredible weekend in Cajon del Maipo. After once again we successfully "retreated" into the mountains to breathtaking places to rediscover who we are, redefine why we live here and refocus on how we will continue to do work with the people that need it the most. Two very intense days followed by a maginicent birthday party that included cheap wine and champagne, bonfires, 3am swimming, 5am star gazing, and finally falling asleep cuddled by friends, under a blanket of shooting stars and surrounded by mountains. I don't think I could ask for much more. I agree Lynn, how amazing would it be to wake up every morning with all of your favorite people, to the sound of music coming from the kitchen and "pancakes" on the grill...maybe someday. :)
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