Trippy

Chilean schools start early. Really early. Like 7:45 a.m. early. Thus meaning I have to leave my house at 7:00 a.m. to make it there on time. But being the sleep lover that I am, I have had a tendency to leave my house at the very last moment possible while still making it on time. The consequence: running instead of walking. Many mornings I have left my apartment in the dead of dark on a full out sprint. Im sure its quite a sight for the few people up and out at this hour, imagine it, a tall white gringa running through the pitch black streets with a big backpack, a thermal full of tea and usually some sort of project in hand. haha. I proabably have given quite a few people a good scare. Anyway, it just so happens that along the sidewalk I use, there is a crack (well there are many many cracks due to all the earthquakes that occure in this area, but one in particular), only about an inch step up but for some reason I can't seem to pass by it without tripping. Running and tripping together make for one hard fall. The first I fell, I was annoyed with my self, the second time I tripped over the same exact crack and fell I was mad (especially because the bread I was holding fell butter side down!) But the third time I tripped on the exact same crack in the cement I just felt defeated. I ripped my dress pants, my thermals and through my skin too! No more running to work for me. I vow to wake up 2 mins earlier from now on.

Diversifunion

It may well be quite possible that I wasn't born the the "blogging" gene. Turns out im not consistent. Not with blogging, to be honest not with a whole lot in life. But its's midnight here in Chile and I have nothing better to do than blog some random note for all you perusing the internet to read. Hopefully its worth the 3 mins you spend on my site.
Yep, you read right, im in Chile duing a sort of study abroad. The laugh of the day goes like this...
Imagine being in Chile (along the coast)
Imagine sitting around listening to Pat Benetar "Love is a battlefield" in said Chile(and other such songs of the same genre) with a family of people you barely understand.
Add to that being in a Peruvian/ Chinese/ Thai/ Japanese/ Sushi restaurant eating a bit everything.
On top of all of that add awkwardness only I seem to be able to conjure up, and my ungracefullness at every fancy meal setting. haha. provided for one of the most interesting lunch meals my stomach has consumed in a long time.
Love the awkward moments in life.