September 2011
10 posts
a week in peru=priceless
1 jar of peanut butter eaten with bread, oreos, and occasionally a spoon
2 times we were yelled at by a guard for sitting on the grass at machu picchu
4 am wake up call for mp, complete with pancakes fresh off the skillet
7 peruvian soles spent on a two course meal (2.53 american dollars) in aguas calientes
12 cups of coca tea to ward off altitude sickness
37 degrees fahrenheit in the...
fiestas patrias!
prepare yourselves for an explosion of blog posts.
first off, a quick recap of my weekend in valparaíso and rancagua celebrating the fiestas patrias.
dancing the cueca in the main ramada at the fonda in viña del mar. i used my gringa charms to get us in fo free.
kids dancing the cueca at the school next door. precious.
anticuchos at the fonda in valparaíso
in rancagua we went to the zoo...
oh hey spring break
yesterday i turned in my last paper. down to the wire doesn’t even begin to describe the situation in which i found myself. it would suffice to say that a paper writing miracle occurred at six o’clock in the corner chair of starbucks. and now i’m officially free from school for the next week and a half.
“if you eat and drink everything offered to you, you won’t make it through the celebration....
seven pages down, eight to go
one of the number one questions i’m asked by chileans is why i chose to study in their country. by this point i have a prepared response. “i wanted to learn spanish, and since i studied in spain last summer, coming to latin america was a clear choice.” that usually suffices. the first time someone asked i didn’t have an answer. i tried to recall my decision making process last fall in nelson...
sunday.
if you wait until the last minute, then it only takes a minute. this beautifully describes my college experience thus far. this week i have fifteen pages of papers due. which means that in the past three days i’ve cleaned my room, responded to emails, painted my toe nails, read a book, watched several september 11th specials with mi papá, and laid out at the beach attempting to rid myself of socks...
maybe 63 degrees isn't beach weather
i love coffee shops. i am exponentially more productive sitting with a black coffee at stella’s or bidwell perk than i ever would be at my own kitchen table. and the people watching is an added bonus. i’m currently curled up in a big comfy chair at starbucks. i know, i know. not the most cultured choice. but it’s also the only coffee shop in this city that doesn’t allow smoking. so the fact that i...
he said, she said
1. “very short. we’re cutting off lots.” very comforting mr. hairdresser as you hack off huge chunks of my hair. you sure know how to set your clients at ease as you snip away.
2. “are you from a different country? you sound funny,” asks a little boy as we color pictures of smurfs. why yes, yes i am. now pretty please with sugar on top speak a little slower so i can try to understand what exactly...
