it is kinda scary that I have no clue where I will be in 3 months. I know that August 17th I am going to Venezuela, and then on Sept 1 I am going to Chile, pero despues... no se. Maybe I will fall in love with Trinidad and never want to leave, maybe I will be a naay for a family in Chile and live along the beach. Who knows? People are asking me if I am scared, I am not sure that scared is the right word. I am curious, and probably not being realistic, but that is all part of the journey right? Aye, this life is interesting.
I live near a long thin park called Parque Forestal. It's really quite a nice park and it has a long stretch of a lane for riding bikes or jogging. And since I have a fear of riding bikes in this city, I jog. It's really pleasent. I usually listen to radioDisney on my mp3 player and jog along to Jonas Brothers, Beyonce, or Julieta Venegas. Great stuff. Yesterday on my jog I noticed that the trees were beginning to change. Fall has finally arrived and I am glad for the change. But as I was jogging through the falling leaves, I began to think about how much I like fall. And I had this special moment when I realized that I want to be here in Santiago, jogging through this park for many falls to come. After the past few weeks of cultural adjustment being a little more painful than normal, this was a nice thought to have.
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