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If I were a guy, I would be such a bachelor

Okay, I had this thought as I opened the fridge door and grabbed by orange juice carton, I am so NOT a proper lady. These women in Chile, especially the older ones, cook and clean and take care of the house ALL DAY. I mean literally there is at least one woman in the kitchen throughout the whole day cooking for the next meal, or cleaning up after the last one. I don´t think i could do that. Don´t get me wrong, i am excited for the day when I get to cook for my husband and kids, and serve them, but I couldn´t have my whole life surround that. And then, the thought crossed my mind that I have not shared food with someone else (mean like sharing groceries) for years, and I am sure that my bad habits of eating out of tupperware and drinking out of the carton will be hard to break. I am laughing and cringing at the same time thinking about this. I am really a bachelor. I would rather save myself time doing dishes by eating out of what I cook out of. Gross I know. I know! I am going to make a horrible chilean wife someday! Ehh... I´m a gringa.

I interviewed with the Instituto Chileano NorteAmericano today. I hope they hire me because they can easily get me a visa and I could stay in La Serena for a long time. As I walked away from the Instituto, I heard God whisper in my ear the line from the poem i wrote earlier, "I will ask you to jump, but I will never ask you to jump alone". It was really comforting to know that I am not alone in this and that in all reality I am pretty helpless here.
I also had my last clase de español hoy. It was sad, but my professors and I agreed that I should come by for tea often to meet the extrañjeros (here in Chile they are usually from Germany or the US). I would love to be an unofficial guide to La Serena. Gringos!

Pop Quiz: Who knows where the word Gringo comes from? I am not sure if this is true but the story is that when the US and Mexico were fighting, the Mexicans said "Green go home" which was then shortened to gringo. yep, history lesson, or a lesson in urban myths, for the day.

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