Day to day, my life isn’t much different than it was 6 months ago in Seattle. I sleep late. I go to coffee shops. I take long walks. I take pictures of ugly things that I find incredibly beautiful, or oddly entertaining.
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I read. I think incessantly about the things I should/shouldn’t be doing. The one big difference is that, in Santiago, I can go all day uttering a maximal minimum of words, if you know what I mean. (Sorry, I have to make up in verbosity what I lack in personal interaction.) I’ve worked out that I won’t speak in Spanish if I go out with English-speaking friends. But I haven’t quite figured out a formula for striking up conversations with strangers, other than pretending to be lost and asking for directions. Okay, maybe it's not always pretend. In any case, a successful conversation is a bit of a crapshoot.
Today was a quiet day. (And that was alright.)
Parakeets on Holiday!:
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