So right now I am trying to escape the "family meeting" that is taking place in our house. Basically this means that everyone is talking about the weekend plans, why our sink is always full of dirty dishes, and arguing about grammar(I am not joking!). It is still fairly early in the night (most Chileans go to sleep around 1 in the morning), but I think my bed time is coming up soon. SO I will sign off now.
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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Good luck babe.