Monday, April 25, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
I leave for work rather early in the morning when I have less tolerance than normal to deal with obnoxious people. Unfortunately it has come to my attention that some people do not understand how to properly share a confined space with others. So here’s my how-to guide in reverse. It’s more of a “what not to do when riding in a colectivo”.
1. If you do not bathe regularly do not get in a colectivo.
2. Do no listen to music….unless you’re wearing headphones.
3. No cell phone conversations.
4. If you’re sitting in the middle, please brace yourself when we take sharp turns. I rather dislike being shoved up against the door.
5. Wait until the driver is at a red light to pay him. Do you really want him counting change while weaving in between lanes of traffic?
6. Did I mention the bathing regularly rule?
7. No eating smelly foods.
8. No bodily functions are permitted. But come on, that’s an obvious rule.
If you are unable to abide by the aforementioned rules, please choose an alternate means of transportation to work.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I got these beautiful flowers delivered to work. They were from my mom and Joe and they were delivered by my Tio Mario. It was such a nice surprise. And it was really cute because my students actually thought the flowers were sent from the United States. So they were all super impressed. I didn’t have the heart to tell them otherwise.
We had a party at our apartment last night. If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you might remember reading about our problems with the police. Well, yesterday was no exception. Around 11pm, two police officers showed up. We were pretty mad for several reasons:
1) It was 11pm
2) At that point there were only about 7 or 8 people in the apartment
3) The music wasn’t even that loud
4) It was only 11pm.
Anyway, the officers asked for an ID, and so I gave them mine in the hope of having them take pity on us since it was T-minus one hour until my birthday. Didn’t work. The cop took one look at my ID and asked quite rudely “She’s Chilean? Why doesn’t she speak Spanish?” (Gee, Officer, I haven't heard that one before.) Thankfully we only received a warning. But for the rest of the evening, whenever the doorbell would ring, I thought it was the cops coming back.
After midnight it was officially my birthday. And the girls came out with my cake and some champagne.
After massively cleaning the apartment I went to my uncle’s apartment (on the 19th floor) for another celebration. They had decorated the apartment with balloons and ribbons. After we ate some cake, my uncle told me we could throw the balloons out the window. Now I’m not one for littering. But I can’t even begin to tell you how much fun it is to throw something out of a window on the 19th floor.