i would probably defriend you for a whopper.

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Facebook friendship means nothing.
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But you already knew that, didn't you?

transitions.

Woooo blog theme change at last. I decided I couldn't continue to update a blog that was falsifying my whereabouts. It's been refurbished! I'm not sure if I'm digging the look just yet, but I'm sure my blog and I will become comfortable with each other quite soon. Just have to get over that awkward first date stage.

I still <3 STGO más que Austin. Ve la foto. Obvio.

the single life.

My home page is set to Yahoo en español, one, because I am enamored of the Spanish language, and two, because I find the site ridiculously comical on an almost daily basis.

This blog popped up today as one of the main features... click here: WHY am I ALWAYS so FUCKING single?

Yeah, this only slightly miffed me. Yes, we should embrace being single.... but what if you're perennially alone?

When you're single you should take advantage of the time "para reencontrarse con ellos mismos, para darse cuenta de lo que quieren y lo que no quieren, para abrirse a conocer gente y a fortalecer las amistades que ya tienen, ¡para una buena elección amorosa!" bahahaha this is hilarious, although it holds some truth. The thing is, one becomes so desperate after an extended period, that hazard is thrown to the wind, mistakes are made, hearts aren't necessarily broken, but you're going nowhere. Seriously.

Kim and I are thinking about having an anti-Valentine's day bash complete with black, shattered hearts and emo kid music. Actually scratch that on the music. I can't tolerate it.

Thinking about changing the blog address & header... but I really do like pretending I'm still in Chile.

block rocking beats.

Pupils blown.

I've been going through a minimal/house/electronica phase as of late, as some of you may know. It all started with Ricardo Villalobos and Luciano mixing it up side by side one magical, mind blowing night at a little club called Kubix in Santiago.

Anyway. Over the past few months, I've come to know this genre of music a little better, but I've still only scratched the surface.

Check out this mix put together by Sascha Dive. I first came across his work in Body Language 7, mixed by Matthew Dear (this little gem, by the way, is pure heaven). Sometimes there are interesting podcasts on Ibiza Voice's website. Dinky's was fab, and Sascha's is proving to be just as block rocking. Love it.

atx - new apt.

So I've made the jump back to Austin... trying to get stuff together for the semester & all that jazz. Living considerably closer to campus this year. Really though, I'd rather pretend that I'm still in Chile, so the blog title (at least for now) will stay as it is.

Will continue the Santiago saga soon.

the beginning.

Where to begin? What the hell did I think I was doing when I first arrived? What the hell?!

I arrived at the Santiago International Airport severely under-dressed for the near freezing temps outside. Was wearing black vans, rolled jeans, gray short-sleeved shirt, and a thin, black puma jacket. Alejandro had prearranged TurBus shuttle pickup, which rung up at 10.000 CLP or about $20. I struggled to communicate to the driver just exactly where my apartment was. Since I really didn't know myself, this presented a bit of a problem. We eventually worked it out by calling Alejandro. My apartment, located at an awkward angle at the intersection of 3 streets, was always a bit difficult to describe location-wise. Oh Diagonal Paraguay 490... with Carmen... close to Alameda... you know, Santa Lucia? Gracias po.

Upon finding my apartment building, I must say I was a bit concerned. It's not the most beautiful place, it's run down, and not exactly in the safest area. Creature comforts were lacking, but I realized with time that I can live happily without all the luxuries of home. There wasn't always reliable hot water, I shared an apartment (and kitchen) with 8 people, shared a bathroom with 4 (including 2 guys), dealt with having no heating all throughout the winter, and lived in a tiny box of a room. But at the end of it all, I loved that room and the memories of my time spent in departamento 33.

Alejandro walked around with me, showing me the sights, and helping me to get acquainted with Santiago Centro. I have zero sense of direction, as many of you know quite well, so the first few days I pretty much wondered around without so much as a clue as to where I was. We ate breakfast at Observatorio in Lastarria. I remember not understanding a word that the waiter spoke (although ironically enough, I would end up befriending this very same waiter in December, my Spanish having significantly improved by then). Alejandro ordered media lunas (mini sweet croissants), mango juice for me, and orange juice for himself.

I remember thinking that the city was far from beautiful, that it was exceedingly industrial, and that it lacked charm. Lastarria was its saving grace - the lone oasis in the center of the capital of grunge, Santiago. But as I came to see more of the city, to make friends, and to get 'into the groove,' it became more and more attractive. I can say today that I love Santiago - first impressions aren't necessarily everything. Lastarria remained my favorite neighborhood, or 'barrio,' and I spent many hours there studying or reading outside at one of the myriad cafes. I frequented Observatorio, Patagonia, Melinka, Tomodachi (but only in the very beginning), and Emporio La Rosa. Observatorio for its quiche and wonderful espresso; Patagonia for the ensalada de mariscos, excellent bread, and exquisite house merlot; Melinka for torta de chocolate with Pablo; Tomodachi for wheat empanadas with corn and mochas; and last, but not least, Emporio for her phenomenal smoked salmon, ricotta, and capers on french baguette and chocolate peperoncino helado.

I did more than just eat in Santiago! Orientation occurred my second week in the city. I expected kids to be overtly social and open, but this turned out not to be the case. Marlana and I spoke briefly with a few girls from Australia and New Zealand, but left shortly after the close of the orientation without really making any solid acquaintainces. I later was to become very good friends with Esther, a law student from New Zealand. The Commission, an org created by Chilean students at PUC to help international students get to know Santiago and the U, took a group of us up to San Cristobal for an asado. Esther and I stuck together throughout the asado, empathized with one another regarding whatever study abroad issues we were having at the time, and decided coffee in the near future would be a good idea. I really enjoyed getting to know her over the months, although our coffee dates were few and far between. Law was especially rigorous at PUC, and Esther was often pressed for time or facing oral examinations. In late November her younger sister joined her in Santiago, followed by her boyfriend. They planned to travel together through January.

Pause here. When I resume, more on the U, my best friends, Pablo & Thomas, and maybe my first trip out of the city.

what i should have been doing all along.

So I'm realizing now that I should have utilized this blog along the way or at least maintained a personal journal. I regret not having recorded things, just scribbles of thoughts and tiny lessons learned throughout my stay in Chile and my travels that followed.

I'm going to work on putting together a summary of the whole 'experience' - how I loathe to call it that. Somehow it trivializes it.

By putting this desire into words here, maybe I'll actually pull my shit together and make it happen.