So we went out to see Pirates del Caribe last night. Our group was oncece again quite international: AShlee and I (California), Seba (Argentina), Nathan (New Zealand), Yessy (Chile), Umberto (Bolivia), Mely (CHile) and another gringo I picked up off the street named Cody (I literally just heard him speaking to English as we waited in a store and i walked right up to him and after intorducing myself as a fellow gringa, asked him if he would want to go out to the movies with my friends). So the eight of us completed a group raro (wierd). Some of us didn't speak and Spanish and others didn't speak English. SO everything had to be translated. But good practice, right? Anyways, we made it out to the movies and saw Pirates of the Caribe. It was okay. I was sitting next to Nathan and we laughed through much of it. It was a nice night, very much like something that we might do in high school in the states, good stuff.
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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