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Pictures finally... and an Italian guy

So I finally found a place that could take the pictures off my camera and give them to me on a disc. So I am sorry for the delay, but here are a few snapshots of the past month. Most of them were taken on wednesday when I took the tour of Elqui valley.
There was an italian guy, quite good looking, who stayed at the hostel the last few nights and it turns out that he works in molecular biology and is in Chile for a conference. I am thinking that my mom needs to jump on that band wagon and come visit me. Anyways, it was really interesting to talk to him because we come from very different cultures, southern Italy and California, but we are both experiencing this new culture. I liked him alot and I hope I get to see him again.
It is wierd to meet so many people from all over the world and not know if you will see them again. I guess my mom experiences this alot with all her traveling. But for me, I feel like I have lived a very sheltered life in California where the people you know are the people you know. Rarely in California did I meet someone, have a great connection with them, and then leave them forever after a few days. It is an unsettling feeling. Maybe that is why I am finding the thought to living in La Serena for a while so comforting.

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