Sunday, May 29, 2011
|There they are!|
My mom went to have lunch with Tio Mario while Joe and I sorted through all the luggage. I should probably mention that they practically brought me the contents of my entire room. So Joe unpacked all three suitcases just to fish out all my stuff. This bag might have been my favorite part. It contained a Halloween night's worth of candy.
It was full of all sorts of delicious-ness.
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Chileans are quite fond of slang. During one Spanish class I filled two whole pages with different Chilenismos (that’s their word for Chilean slang). For my birthday, one of my coworkers gave me a book called “How to Survive in the Chilean Jungle”. Written by a native New Yorker who now lives in Chile, it is basically a dictionary of Chilean slang. I haven’t read the whole thing yet, but then really, who receives a dictionary and sits down to read it cover to cover?
As for the title of this post, it just happens to be my favorite Chilenismo. It means (and I do hope you’re ready for this) to not wear underwear.
Did I miss something here? Are there really that many Americans walking around without underwear on? I guess as cultural stereotypes go, this one has got to be the least offensive.
Monday, May 9, 2011
You may recall that back in March there was some confusion over whether or not we were suppose to change our clocks back an hour. The confusion stemmed from all those pesky electronic devices (computers, cell phones, even my damn iPod) automatically changing the time for us silly humans.
Well it appears that two months later, the time changing confusion has struck again. And what’s worse, is that the time changed over 24 hours ago and I just realized now...at what I believed to be 7am.
Here are all the clues I foolishly overlooked:
1. My sometimes roommate Vicky wasn’t awake. (She ALWAYS leaves for work at the same time as me.)
2. There was no newspaper sitting on our door mat, despite it ALWAYS being there when it’s the correct time to go to work.
3. The convenience store and bread shop that are ALWAYS open when I leave for work, were in fact closed.
4. The woman who is ALWAYS selling newspapers in front of the metro was not there.
5. The kiosko in the metro was closed. (Okay, well sometimes it’s not open.)
And finally, the last clue that finally made me realize it was in fact 6am, was when I asked the security guard at the metro and he told me what time it really was.
So you see, when my alarm clock(s) went off at “6:15am” it was in fact, 5:15 in the morning. So I left for work at 6 instead of 7. I would have just gone to work anyway, (trust me, there’s always plenty to do there) but I was told once, that the school doesn’t actually open until 7. And when faced with the options of going back home and writing this blog or going to work and possibly being forced to wait (in the cold) for an hour, I obviously chose to come home.
This was not how I wanted to get my stolen hour back.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
This one is tied with the next one for being my favorite picture.
|I think this was the day before I left for S.A.|
|Relax, David. It's a joke.|
Saturday, May 7, 2011
- Peanut butter M&Ms
- Rice Krispy treats
- Ben & Jerry's
- Hot Pockets
- Blue Doritos
- Sour Patch Kids
- Mike & Ikes
- Cool Whip
- Burger King French Toast Flavored Snacks