So it is 3:30 in the morning and I can't fall asleep. It is one of those nights when you lie in bed for 2 hours before giving up and doing something productive. I guess all the sleeping while I was sick (I slept for 34 of the last 48 hours!) and the latte I had earlier tonight is not helping me fall asleep. So what do I do when it is 3:30 am and I can't sleep? I read Augustine's Confessions and drink some good ol' rosehip tea.
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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