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Thursday, September 1, 2011

"THE DAYS BLEND" Chile Journals December 11-?

DECEMBER 11, 2009
Coffee. Need coffee. REAL COFFEE PLEASE! Dogs bark. Children laughing and playing. Necessito el café. Do not feel so good today.


Was thinking about covering spots of Valpo. Like traipsing all over—buying map and checking the whole area out. Maybe writing about it.


Need a job though to sustain myself. I’ve only been here 8 days though. OMG YES! THE COFFEE’S DONE!

LATER THAT DAY
Walked up the HOP three times yesterday! Still winds me every time. My butt feels tired. I don’t worry about people trying to mug me on the HOP anymore because everyone is just trying to make it up it too.—the HOP is a HOP to everyone.

DECEMBER 12
So I’ve been sick—in bed all day yesterday—my intestines—unhappy with me. I slept most of the day.


NYC and upstate—that is something I think about here. Graduate school at NYU—living in those crazy, little towns on the East coast.

Boy those dogs just howl. I’ve started to not notice them as much—they are more a lulling to sleep then a disturbance.


I have to remember that the point of coming here was because “I can!” and because I’m going to be 30 soon and it’s on the LIFE LIST.

SATURDAY DEC. ?
I have lost track of days strangely enough. It doesn’t seem to matter as much here. No job to make me remember.


Today we are going rock climbing on a practice wall. It’s safe. It is. I’m super freaking excited!


Oh, I planted a palm tree today. I’m mixing coffee grounds and their awful dry soil—let’s see if it works.

LATER THAT DAY
I did go rock climbing today! It was fab! I had a terrible potty mouth.

We did have to sneak in to the climbing wall/rock. We took some crazy hike to get there, but man was it beautiful. Huge cliffs, grassy knolls and a blue sky overhead. Perfecto.

SUNDAY DEC.? DAY AFTER SATURDAY AND VOTING DAY!
Voting day is not like voting day in the US! People take their voting seriously and if they don’t, they pay a fine! No lie! If you are registered to vote you have to vote for every election and if you don’t you are fined. If for some reason you can’t vote you must write a letter beforehand explaining why.


I don’t know if I would register then. It would have to be something that I was terribly passionate about to push me forward otherwise I like to be left alone and I do not, I repeat do not, like being told what to do and when to do it.


The night before VOTING DAY and the day of, everything shuts down! All bars, restaurants, supermarkets—you freaking name it. My roommate and I did not realize this… which meant we did not have much food for our house warming party. Oops!


Many people invited couldn’t make it to the house warming party either because they were having family celebrations for voting day. They all wait and celebrate or cry together.


The house warming party was half English speakers and half Spanish. I felt lost. Many of the English speakers spoke fluent or at had a certain amount of Spanish comprehension so I spent much of the time in silence. It’s my own fault. I really thought I knew Spanish before I came but I was wrong.

I was glad for the party to end. Like they say, you can be in a room full of people and just feel so utterly alone. I did. It sucked. I thought it would be more like my going away party from my first trip but I guess not.

But on a side note, at one point during the party I said, “I love butter. I would slap it on my thighs—roll around it and yes, marry it.”

What the heck is wrong with me? Was I so desperate for attention that I just said the most outlandish thing I could think of… I do love butter though and if I could marry it and not get sick or fat, I would.

MONDAY
Feel sick. Butter does not love me.

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