Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Mendoza, Argentina




After 8 hours of driving on a route that is only about 300 miles, I very much appreciate the public roads in America......crossing "La Frontera" into argentina wasn't so bad but coming back into Chile we waited 2 hours in a line of cars only to park and wait in another line on foot for another hour. However, my mission was accomplished, I changed my visa status, drank and ate myself silly for ridiculously cheap and the route through the Andes is truly spectacular.
All in all, I think that argentina is second to Italy for the most gorgeous people and the culture is reflective of the Italian influence, restaurants are full until about 1 or 2am and then off to the bars and discos for some dancing....Although Chile and Argentina are close on the map they are worlds away in culture and lifestyle, but after driving through the Andes I can see how this division maintains the separation between the two countries.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

La Misa


After attending mass to support the loss of my roomate's father, it has become quite clear how quickly life can change, and how important it is to be with the one's you love. Although I love to have my life full of adventure and travel, in another 6 months I will have spent 6 years quite far from the family that I cherish sooo much! 4 years in SF, one in Spain, and one in South America and although I am fully capable of continuing to live on my own and sometimes feel that the american culture pushes us to live this way, after having some wonderful life experiences and still yet more to come, living amongst a culture who values family and friendships above anything else has really allowed me to see that what I want is to be close to the people that I love and who love me. I am so lucky to be getting to see the world, work, study, and travel abroad and have a family to come home to and share it with. Because, what is life if you've no one to share it with?

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Change


How quickly life can change, and without your permission, I am not sure that I believe in fate or even that we create our luck. I am certain that we do have about 90% control of our lives and the other 10% can be accounted for variable change. Yet, it has become apparent to me that the more we "live" the more we "risk." While some fear the unknown, I fear the familiar and while I like order and routine, I need the satisfaction of knowing that I am in a routine because I chose it, not because it chose me. Sometimes we do things because they are easy or because they are comfortable, but if the right opportunity presents itself I need to know that I can take it without a second glance. Each time I move to a new place and make new friends I learn more about myself and who I want to be. Life is not black and white or about right and wrong, sometimes good people do bad things, sometimes bad things happen to good people. I would like to think that my life has a greater purpose that I am not yet aware of, but as I am a realist I am fully aware of the distinct possibility that my ordinary life will continue to be unnoticed for its' entirety, and to tell you the truth I have never felt better about my life until now...now....now...now...now....now......(you get the idea) "Because if you don't go, you will never be there."

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Los Perros

So...I do appreciate that I have been learning to adapt and find a soft spot so to speak with animals (I am still working on the human race:) But I have to admit there is an overwhelming large population of street dogs here, not to mention a large majority with only three legs that to say the least give me the creeps. And of course I still cringe when I see a dead dog on the side of the highway, but I can't help but feel that it just might be for the best. Now, I know that you probably think me a monster, but these animals are starving, probably crazy, and just plain suffering through life. So, although their death is quite tragic, it does seem to be better than their former life.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

10 years Later


While we may not be able to see into the future, we can definitely evaluate the past and live the present. I feel as though I am being given another opportunity to start my life, because although age 23 in the states is usually the time we begin our young adult lives, here it is acceptable to live at home, travel, play outside, and you may do so until whenever.....So in a sense, I have been reduced to about an 18 year old again, and while it is a great feeling to be cared for and looked out for, I feel as though I have lost some control over my own life, not in a bad way, just that I am dependent on other people which is something that, aside from finances, I have not been for quite some time now.

Another blast from the past is the music that is played here, the availability and variety of technology, and that kids still play outside here until the wee hours of the morning....mostly because the majority of the population cannot afford to buy an individual computer for each of there 8 children! But, it reminds me of my childhood and how I used to play Darby McClar for hours with Toph and Courtney or make a fort in the backyard, and here in Chile the children are still taking advantage of these types of activities.

Another shock is the fact that it is still very much illegal to get an abortion here, and when my friend told me about a friend of hers that had a dilemma with a pregnancy, my response was to consider an abortion, not knowing the danger and risk for women who seek this illegal operation.

Although, this country seems advanced in many ways there are many things that make social climbing as well as equal rights for the sexes a harsh obstacle. For example, I am accustomed to traveling and exploring sola and I am really not permitted to do that here, because every time I mention to one of my co-workers that I want to visit this place or hike this mountain they say well I will accompany you because it is to dangerous for you to go alone! And while, it is nice to have company and friends that are willing to try new things with you, I am not used to being given restrictions.....not since I was in High School anyway.:)) Thanks DAD!!

I guess the bottom line is that it is quite ironic to travel to South America sola, speaking a foreign language and then be told that you cannot go to the supermarket alone because it is too dangerous:)))

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Traduccion


He pasado el día

Con mi cabeza en las nubes

Pensando sobre mi vida

Imaginando otra mundo sin limites

Donde existe la mágica......

Yo escuché Cachai

y pensé Yes, I understand

Yo escuché doble por la izquierda

y pensé turn left

Yo escuché concha tu madre

y pensé son of a bitch

Hay un gran diferencia...

Pero es exquisito para tratar a traducir

Los dos sentidos.

Valapariso, Chile

Valapariso, Chile

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