I find it hard to believe that it is March already.
As I type this I have my apartment window open, and there is a slight breeze coming in. I am also able to hear the Shakira concert taking place at the Estadio Nacional, which is about a ten minute walk from my apartment.
Santiago is quickly becoming a hotspot for concerts. This month alone U2, Iron Maiden, The Backstreet Boys, and Ozzy Osbourne will be playing in Santiago. Not to mention Lollapalooza is taking place the first weekend of April here.
The weather is starting to cool down a bit, and I was warm but not too warm as I settled back in to teaching and wearing dress shirts and ties. It's a nice time since the heat is no longer overbearing as it was in the summer. I started a few new classes this week, and they look like they will be enjoyable. They all seem like nice guys and have a solid foundation of English. One of them seems like a bit of a jokester, so he will help keep one class light-hearted. The other class had students that seemed a bit on the serious side, but they are big soccer fans, so that will keep class interesting.
I am settling back into my life here. Most of my apartment is now furnished, and after about 2 weeks of waiting I got wifi installed. I found a nice faux leather sofa with 2 Ottomans (each with storage underneath) for about $180, and I also got a high efficiency fridge too. I found another branch of my gym that is a 5 minute walk from my apartment, and I am getting back into a routine. I've started making my way back to the Magic stores, and it's a nice feeling seeing the people I know there and being considered a semi-regular there.
Most people reading this would disagree, but other than that, my life has been pretty boring lately. I'm looking forward to getting a full work schedule and settling into a routine to break up the excessive random free time I have now.
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Thursday, March 10, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
No Earthquake for Dad's Birthday This Year
One year ago today, I was living in my first place in Santiago. I was asleep and was woken up by the shaking around 3:35 in the morning. After getting out of my room, I was huddled in the living room area with Fabiola and her boyfriend Gustavo. We had only met a few days before then, but we became companions. Fabiola made us food while we listened to the radio, and I wandered out to get us food. Gustavo seemed the most scared out of all of us, as he's from Colombia and had never experienced an earthquake before. And in the midst of everything I know my family was home worried sick about me. I remember the shaking, the darkness, and the uncertainty.
It's one thing to see about natural disasters on television, but to actually be witness to one leaves such a huge impression on you. Even as I type this, I am left wondering if there will be another earthquake. If so, where will the epicenter be? How long will it last? And last but certainly not least, how strong will it be?
I think that they are all valid questions and that it is normal to have that fear. But at the same time I'm realizing that I'm not going to let that fear take over my life. Sure, I will take common precautions to prepare in case of an earthquake. But since it is not anything I can control I think that worrying about it too much is a waste of energy.
As I type this, I am also happy to be moving into my own apartment. It took some perseverence on my part, as the owners did not want to lease to a foreigner. They were unable to do a credit check on me, and I was unable to provide a cosigner in Santiago for the lease. But after showing paychecks and agreeing to pay 2 months of security deposit, I got an AMAZING apartment. It is completely new, and the building has a pool, laundry room, grilling patio, movie room, and a mini gym. It's only about 400 square feet, but it will be big enough. Here are some pictures of it:
And oh yeah, as you can probably tell from that last picture, I will be living on the 20th floor.
It's one thing to see about natural disasters on television, but to actually be witness to one leaves such a huge impression on you. Even as I type this, I am left wondering if there will be another earthquake. If so, where will the epicenter be? How long will it last? And last but certainly not least, how strong will it be?
I think that they are all valid questions and that it is normal to have that fear. But at the same time I'm realizing that I'm not going to let that fear take over my life. Sure, I will take common precautions to prepare in case of an earthquake. But since it is not anything I can control I think that worrying about it too much is a waste of energy.
As I type this, I am also happy to be moving into my own apartment. It took some perseverence on my part, as the owners did not want to lease to a foreigner. They were unable to do a credit check on me, and I was unable to provide a cosigner in Santiago for the lease. But after showing paychecks and agreeing to pay 2 months of security deposit, I got an AMAZING apartment. It is completely new, and the building has a pool, laundry room, grilling patio, movie room, and a mini gym. It's only about 400 square feet, but it will be big enough. Here are some pictures of it:
Friday, December 17, 2010
3 days and counting....
This week went by really quickly, and I fly home in 3 days. I've been talking about it with family and friends, and while I am saying the words it has not yet become a reality for me. I don't think it will until I am leaving for the airport and stepping onto the flight.
The week has been spent finishing classes, packing, cleaning my apartment, and starting to say my goodbyes. I will genuinely miss my classes with my students, as it is rewarding seeing their growth in English. But more than that, it has also been great getting to know them as people. I also said my goodbyes at work and passed off my classes to the other teachers that will take them over, and that is another group of people that I will genuinely miss.
I also spent time tying up loose ends with my health insurance and gym membership. I unfortunately had two situations in which Chileans weren't being honest in order to try and make more money off of me. Luckily I had a Chilean friend that was available, and we went around and got my health insurance plan changed to a cheaper one (it turns out that the one I was sold didn't have a gym membership included as I was led to believe) and got my current gym membeship frozen for my vacation at half the cost of what it was supposed to be.
These experiences have left me with a sad but true lesson: No matter how fluent your Spanish is when you are in Chile, it is always a good idea to have a native Chilean present for any type of business transaction to prevent people from trying to take advantage of you. I am a pretty nice guy (sometimes too nice) and possibly too trusting for my own good, so this is a good lesson to be learning.
The rest of my weekend will be filled with an all you can eat buffet, going out with friends, taking pictures of Christmas trees and decorations in summer, saying some more goodbyes, and packing the last of my things.
The week has been spent finishing classes, packing, cleaning my apartment, and starting to say my goodbyes. I will genuinely miss my classes with my students, as it is rewarding seeing their growth in English. But more than that, it has also been great getting to know them as people. I also said my goodbyes at work and passed off my classes to the other teachers that will take them over, and that is another group of people that I will genuinely miss.
I also spent time tying up loose ends with my health insurance and gym membership. I unfortunately had two situations in which Chileans weren't being honest in order to try and make more money off of me. Luckily I had a Chilean friend that was available, and we went around and got my health insurance plan changed to a cheaper one (it turns out that the one I was sold didn't have a gym membership included as I was led to believe) and got my current gym membeship frozen for my vacation at half the cost of what it was supposed to be.
These experiences have left me with a sad but true lesson: No matter how fluent your Spanish is when you are in Chile, it is always a good idea to have a native Chilean present for any type of business transaction to prevent people from trying to take advantage of you. I am a pretty nice guy (sometimes too nice) and possibly too trusting for my own good, so this is a good lesson to be learning.
The rest of my weekend will be filled with an all you can eat buffet, going out with friends, taking pictures of Christmas trees and decorations in summer, saying some more goodbyes, and packing the last of my things.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
9 months and random pictures
As I type this, a repairman is working in our kitchen repairing the gas lines. As I was in there putting away my groceries, he did not hesitate to use power tools to sand down pipes without any protective goggles or gloves. I stood about 2 feet away from him while he was doing this, and we made small talk since I was going to be in there for about 20 minutes prepaing my lunch for the next day. He also heated up the pipes in the wall using a mini blow torch (no protective covering around the area), and he didn't bat an eyelash as the flames reached up and almost caught the blinds on fire.
9 months being here makes me feel like a true resident of Santiago. I can have telephone conversations in Spanish. I can manage to take care of daily business here easily. I can give people directions if they are lost. I can navigate the city and know of multiple routes to get myself from one place to another, depending on the time of day and traffic situation. And it's a good feeling.
At the same time, this also means that I have 40 days until I return home for the holidays. I will be happy to see family and friends again, to eat American food, and celebrate the holidays in an area familiar to me. While I know that I will enjoy this time, I am beginning to think that being home for 5 weeks (December 21st to February 3rd) is going to be quite a long stretch. I'm hoping to be able to substitute teach or find some odd jobs to do to keep myself occupied (and also to earn some money).
How do I feel all in all at this point? I came into my experience here telling myself I was going to make it an awesome experience and that it would all work out in the end. And luckily, that is how it worked out. I am very grateful to have met my friends here, as they have helped me in small and large ways. I've learned about my personality, working with people, and how I view the world. It's also an empowring feeling becoming aware of this and growing, both personally and professionally.
I feel sad that there have been and will be friends of mine returning to the States, as we don't know when we will see each other again. At the same time, with the technology of Facebook and Skype, it is relatively easy to keep in contact. And I also know that it may take a year, 5 years, or 10 years, but I will get to see my true friends again at one point or another in the future.
I have some pictures that I've taken over my time here, but I haven't found an appropriate post for them, so here they are:
My roomate knocked on my door, telling me that the repairman was leaving and wanted to say goodbye. It was a bit surprising to me, but I went out and shook his hand and thanked him for his work. After he left, my roommate told me that the guy had an interesting name: Placer. For those of you that don't speak Spanish, that means pleasure.
Yup, I'm in Chile.
9 months being here makes me feel like a true resident of Santiago. I can have telephone conversations in Spanish. I can manage to take care of daily business here easily. I can give people directions if they are lost. I can navigate the city and know of multiple routes to get myself from one place to another, depending on the time of day and traffic situation. And it's a good feeling.
At the same time, this also means that I have 40 days until I return home for the holidays. I will be happy to see family and friends again, to eat American food, and celebrate the holidays in an area familiar to me. While I know that I will enjoy this time, I am beginning to think that being home for 5 weeks (December 21st to February 3rd) is going to be quite a long stretch. I'm hoping to be able to substitute teach or find some odd jobs to do to keep myself occupied (and also to earn some money).
How do I feel all in all at this point? I came into my experience here telling myself I was going to make it an awesome experience and that it would all work out in the end. And luckily, that is how it worked out. I am very grateful to have met my friends here, as they have helped me in small and large ways. I've learned about my personality, working with people, and how I view the world. It's also an empowring feeling becoming aware of this and growing, both personally and professionally.
I feel sad that there have been and will be friends of mine returning to the States, as we don't know when we will see each other again. At the same time, with the technology of Facebook and Skype, it is relatively easy to keep in contact. And I also know that it may take a year, 5 years, or 10 years, but I will get to see my true friends again at one point or another in the future.
I have some pictures that I've taken over my time here, but I haven't found an appropriate post for them, so here they are:
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| fruitcake, sold in masses at the grocery store |
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| Pan de pascua, literally Easter bread. As we know it, fruitcake. |
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| The 3 steps to suvive an attack of zombies (located on the door of the store where I go to play Magic) |
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| pantyhose on sale in a vending machine inside the Salvador metro |
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| Perfect for when you get that pesky rip in your stockings and need a pair for on the go. |
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| The old school elevators inside the Banco de Chile building in downtown Santiago |
Yup, I'm in Chile.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Fantasilandia and Papa John's Take 2 and 3, Phone Adventures, and Human Tetris on the Metro
I have not updated in almost 2 weeks, and it has been in the back of my mind since then. I've been meaning to update my blog, but I always found myself getting too distracted at home by Facebook or catching up on The Amazing Race, so I made it a point to get out of the house and take my laptop to Telepizza to write this now. Sure, Telepizza tastes like cardboard. But it's about half the price of Papa John's, and has free wifi and is across the street from my apartment rather than an entire block and a half away.
Sunday the 24th was my last chance to use a discount ticket to Fantasilandia, so I went with Donny and Colby. We got a late start and arrived there around 2, but we got the most out of our trip there. It was crowded but not overly crowded, and we got on the major rollercoasters, the extreme fall, Pirates of the Carribean, and a few other rides.
While we were walking around, I found two perfect illustrations of cultural differences between Chile and the States. The first one is in the blatant ignorance of rules and policies. Some people smoked cigarettes directly under signs that forbid smoking in lines, and at one point about 7 kids and an adult jumped over one of the railings to move up about 20 people in the line for a ride. Luckily they did not end up in front of us, becuase if they did I would have been really upset. It surprises me that no one bothered to say anything to them or to protest the situation.
The other cultural difference I found was in the form of a ride. Here is a picture of it in action:
Do you notice anything special about it? Take a few seconds to look before reading any further.
If you said to yourself "Those people have their arms wrapped around the bars," you are right. If you also said to yourself, "It looks like those people are getting knocked out of their seats and are about a foot in the air," you are also right. And if you also said to yourself, "Wait a second, that ride has no seatbelts or safety restraints to prevent people from flying into the air and crashing down to the ground and cracking their head open," you are also right.
After Colby, Donny, and I noticed this, we decided we had to do the adventurous thing and brave our lives on the ride. After all, I got the extreme sports rider on my emergency medical insurance policy, so why not test it out if need be? Seats were not marked, so people just sat down wherever there was space, and when the seats appeared to be full the ride operators would signal for a few more people to come aboard and then motion for some of us to squish togther to make room for the recently arrived. This was perhaps in a sense safer, as we would be less likely to fall out of our seats if we were being squeezed by random strangers on each side.
Luckily, we all survived without any injuries. On our way out, I enjoyed a churro filled with caramel, but each time I get one at that spot I can't help but think that it doesn't match up to the churros at Olvera Street in Los Angeles in terms of size or quality.
After my less-than-perfect experience at Papa John's, I have been back twice. The first time was with Julie and Danielle (also from the TeachingChile group) after my trip to Fantasilandia, and we all enjoyed the comfort food of feeling at home. The second time was after meeting a fellow Magic player that lived in Canada for 10 years and obviously speaks English and his girlfriend. After enjoying the pizza we played Magic for about 3 hours in my apartment, and it was a cool experience just getting to make some new friends and getting to practice my Spanish even more.
In the past few days, I have come across a new challenge here: making a phone call to some phone numbers that requires you to select options from a menu. It all came about when I got an email from LAN Airlines that they didn't receive payment for a reservation I made, even though they issued me an electronic boarding pass. Since it wouldn't register for me to input my credit card information again and it said my reservation would expire the next day, I called the LAN customer service number in the States via Skype.
That was the start of the adventure. You had to select from a menu, and Skype does not allow you to do so. Usually numbers that you call will connect you to an operator if you do not select an option, but LAN simply loops the recording until you select an option.
So then I decided I would go to a call center here to make the call. The first one I went to had a sign saying that you could not select options from a menu dialing from their phones, and my guess is that they were a pulse phone instead of a regular type. I asked the woman working there if she could reccomend another place to go, and so I went where she suggested.
There I found the same situation, and the woman there told me to go to an internet cafe that was more modern, and there I would most likely be able to select options.
So after going to one and finding out I wouldn't be able to select options there either. I decided I would at least try to call my credit card company to see if they had any idea what was going on via Skype. I sat down to use the computer, but the headseat wasn't working and I couldn't hear anything. The woman told me to restart the program, and so I did. Still nothing, so I asked her if I could move to another computer.
She moved me to another computer, but she didn't refresh the time. She was going to charge me for 6 minutes of time I didn't even get to use, and I politely asked her to refresh the timer. She just told me to use it and that not to worry about it, and I explained to her that I wasn't going to pay for time I didn't get to use and asked her once again to restart the timer. This went back and forth about 3 times before I just got up and left frustratred.
After going to another call center, they advised me to make a call from a public phone here, and so I got a handful of change and put some in to make a call. Once the phone recognized it was a toll free number, it would not make the call.
At this point, I was at my wit's end. I gave Bruce a call to get some advice, and luckily he had the Chilean number for LAN that you could dial from either a cell phone or landline. I didn't care if I was going to get charged a few thousand pesos to make a call from my cell phone, so I gave it a try. It connected me to the options menu, and I was able to select an option. After talking with someone, it turns out that my reservation went through successfully and that I received the email in error. Whoops.
I called Bruce and thanked him for his help, and then he asked me if I actually tried dialing the options on the phones or if I just believed what the Chileans at each call center told me. I admitted that I didn't test it out, and sheepishly realized that Chileans will sometimes make things up if they don't know the answer. In the end, I might have been better off trying it out at the last 2 places than believing what they told me.
I find myself spending a good amount of time on the metros and buses here, and therefore with a fair amount of time to contemplate random things. One morning I realized that I was caught in a game of Human Tetris. This occurs any morning I try to get on the metro during rush hour. Everyone tries to get on the metro, and you either fit in or you don´t. If you are have a limb sticking out of the metro (like part of a Tetris piece over the line), you have the honor of getting the metro door closing on your limb. In order to prevent this on my last metro ride during the morning rush hour, I literally had to hold my lunch bag over the head of a little old lady so that I would fit in without losing my lunch bag to the closing metro doors. I stayed that way for the entire 4 metro stops until I got to my destination. I would have taken a picture, but unfortunately I didn´t have my camera with me at the time.
Sunday the 24th was my last chance to use a discount ticket to Fantasilandia, so I went with Donny and Colby. We got a late start and arrived there around 2, but we got the most out of our trip there. It was crowded but not overly crowded, and we got on the major rollercoasters, the extreme fall, Pirates of the Carribean, and a few other rides.
While we were walking around, I found two perfect illustrations of cultural differences between Chile and the States. The first one is in the blatant ignorance of rules and policies. Some people smoked cigarettes directly under signs that forbid smoking in lines, and at one point about 7 kids and an adult jumped over one of the railings to move up about 20 people in the line for a ride. Luckily they did not end up in front of us, becuase if they did I would have been really upset. It surprises me that no one bothered to say anything to them or to protest the situation.
The other cultural difference I found was in the form of a ride. Here is a picture of it in action:
If you said to yourself "Those people have their arms wrapped around the bars," you are right. If you also said to yourself, "It looks like those people are getting knocked out of their seats and are about a foot in the air," you are also right. And if you also said to yourself, "Wait a second, that ride has no seatbelts or safety restraints to prevent people from flying into the air and crashing down to the ground and cracking their head open," you are also right.
After Colby, Donny, and I noticed this, we decided we had to do the adventurous thing and brave our lives on the ride. After all, I got the extreme sports rider on my emergency medical insurance policy, so why not test it out if need be? Seats were not marked, so people just sat down wherever there was space, and when the seats appeared to be full the ride operators would signal for a few more people to come aboard and then motion for some of us to squish togther to make room for the recently arrived. This was perhaps in a sense safer, as we would be less likely to fall out of our seats if we were being squeezed by random strangers on each side.
Luckily, we all survived without any injuries. On our way out, I enjoyed a churro filled with caramel, but each time I get one at that spot I can't help but think that it doesn't match up to the churros at Olvera Street in Los Angeles in terms of size or quality.
After my less-than-perfect experience at Papa John's, I have been back twice. The first time was with Julie and Danielle (also from the TeachingChile group) after my trip to Fantasilandia, and we all enjoyed the comfort food of feeling at home. The second time was after meeting a fellow Magic player that lived in Canada for 10 years and obviously speaks English and his girlfriend. After enjoying the pizza we played Magic for about 3 hours in my apartment, and it was a cool experience just getting to make some new friends and getting to practice my Spanish even more.
In the past few days, I have come across a new challenge here: making a phone call to some phone numbers that requires you to select options from a menu. It all came about when I got an email from LAN Airlines that they didn't receive payment for a reservation I made, even though they issued me an electronic boarding pass. Since it wouldn't register for me to input my credit card information again and it said my reservation would expire the next day, I called the LAN customer service number in the States via Skype.
That was the start of the adventure. You had to select from a menu, and Skype does not allow you to do so. Usually numbers that you call will connect you to an operator if you do not select an option, but LAN simply loops the recording until you select an option.
So then I decided I would go to a call center here to make the call. The first one I went to had a sign saying that you could not select options from a menu dialing from their phones, and my guess is that they were a pulse phone instead of a regular type. I asked the woman working there if she could reccomend another place to go, and so I went where she suggested.
There I found the same situation, and the woman there told me to go to an internet cafe that was more modern, and there I would most likely be able to select options.
So after going to one and finding out I wouldn't be able to select options there either. I decided I would at least try to call my credit card company to see if they had any idea what was going on via Skype. I sat down to use the computer, but the headseat wasn't working and I couldn't hear anything. The woman told me to restart the program, and so I did. Still nothing, so I asked her if I could move to another computer.
She moved me to another computer, but she didn't refresh the time. She was going to charge me for 6 minutes of time I didn't even get to use, and I politely asked her to refresh the timer. She just told me to use it and that not to worry about it, and I explained to her that I wasn't going to pay for time I didn't get to use and asked her once again to restart the timer. This went back and forth about 3 times before I just got up and left frustratred.
After going to another call center, they advised me to make a call from a public phone here, and so I got a handful of change and put some in to make a call. Once the phone recognized it was a toll free number, it would not make the call.
At this point, I was at my wit's end. I gave Bruce a call to get some advice, and luckily he had the Chilean number for LAN that you could dial from either a cell phone or landline. I didn't care if I was going to get charged a few thousand pesos to make a call from my cell phone, so I gave it a try. It connected me to the options menu, and I was able to select an option. After talking with someone, it turns out that my reservation went through successfully and that I received the email in error. Whoops.
I called Bruce and thanked him for his help, and then he asked me if I actually tried dialing the options on the phones or if I just believed what the Chileans at each call center told me. I admitted that I didn't test it out, and sheepishly realized that Chileans will sometimes make things up if they don't know the answer. In the end, I might have been better off trying it out at the last 2 places than believing what they told me.
I find myself spending a good amount of time on the metros and buses here, and therefore with a fair amount of time to contemplate random things. One morning I realized that I was caught in a game of Human Tetris. This occurs any morning I try to get on the metro during rush hour. Everyone tries to get on the metro, and you either fit in or you don´t. If you are have a limb sticking out of the metro (like part of a Tetris piece over the line), you have the honor of getting the metro door closing on your limb. In order to prevent this on my last metro ride during the morning rush hour, I literally had to hold my lunch bag over the head of a little old lady so that I would fit in without losing my lunch bag to the closing metro doors. I stayed that way for the entire 4 metro stops until I got to my destination. I would have taken a picture, but unfortunately I didn´t have my camera with me at the time.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
8 Months!
Today marks 8 months since I left the States. Looking at it on the other side of things, this also is a start of the countdown to return home for the holidays. My flight back is on December 20th, and so that means I have two months and ten days left until then.
I am loving the warm weather since we are in spring and approaching summer. The weather is warm and sunny, but not really warm enough that you work up a sweat. I am realizing that I like being outside in nature more so that I realized, especially if the weather is like this. Last weekend I brought a book and music to the park, and it was really relaxing in the sun. I'm planning on doing the same tomorrow since it´s a holiday.
I am loving the warm weather since we are in spring and approaching summer. The weather is warm and sunny, but not really warm enough that you work up a sweat. I am realizing that I like being outside in nature more so that I realized, especially if the weather is like this. Last weekend I brought a book and music to the park, and it was really relaxing in the sun. I'm planning on doing the same tomorrow since it´s a holiday.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
6 months???
OK, so I have a question for everyone:
How in the world has 6 months gone by already?
It reminds me of a Peanuts comic in which Linus says to Charlie Brown, "Our summer vacation is slipping away from us like grains of sand between our fingers!"
6 months ago I was sitting in the JFK airport in the middle of a snowstorm praying my flight would not be cancelled. I arrived in Rio to 105 degree temperatures plus humidity.
Now I am sitting in my apartment in Santiago, back in winter again.
Being here 6 months means that I only have a little over 4 months left before I fly back for Christmas. For those of you that don't know, my flight leaves from Santiago December 20th, but I will arrive in JFK at 5:30 AM on December 21st.
I feel that I will not be ready to go back to the States for good after my stay here, so I am already saving up for a plane ticket so that I can come back again in February of 2011. I will be able to keep teaching English here, and I will make enough money that I will be able to live comfortably.
Don't get me wrong. I am definiltey looking forward to coming home for the holidays, seeing family and friends, and enjoying the things I miss from home. At the same time, I am getting into a rhythm here, and I feel like I am learning so much about myself but also so much about teaching languages with my job here. Only having four more months would cut such a great experience way too short.
Well, time for me to get ready for bed and prepare for another day of teaching tomorrow.
How in the world has 6 months gone by already?
It reminds me of a Peanuts comic in which Linus says to Charlie Brown, "Our summer vacation is slipping away from us like grains of sand between our fingers!"
6 months ago I was sitting in the JFK airport in the middle of a snowstorm praying my flight would not be cancelled. I arrived in Rio to 105 degree temperatures plus humidity.
Now I am sitting in my apartment in Santiago, back in winter again.
Being here 6 months means that I only have a little over 4 months left before I fly back for Christmas. For those of you that don't know, my flight leaves from Santiago December 20th, but I will arrive in JFK at 5:30 AM on December 21st.
I feel that I will not be ready to go back to the States for good after my stay here, so I am already saving up for a plane ticket so that I can come back again in February of 2011. I will be able to keep teaching English here, and I will make enough money that I will be able to live comfortably.
Don't get me wrong. I am definiltey looking forward to coming home for the holidays, seeing family and friends, and enjoying the things I miss from home. At the same time, I am getting into a rhythm here, and I feel like I am learning so much about myself but also so much about teaching languages with my job here. Only having four more months would cut such a great experience way too short.
Well, time for me to get ready for bed and prepare for another day of teaching tomorrow.
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