1) In conclusion,
I think it's a bit unfortunate that, when I finish work or any given activity in the city, I return home--as if that were the natural thing to do. It's certainly the normal thing, the done thing. ... But, in my apartment at the moment, there's no life. So why do I shut myself away from the vibrancy of the city so immediately? Given--there hasn't been much vibrancy about Santiago for the past 3 winter months or so. But now that the sun is coming out and the trees are blooming gorgeous... it's time to enjoy being nomadic again.


2) I found the books.
Sometimes, when I go into libraries, I go away without having found the books. It sounds a bit like going to Best Buy and not being able to find the electronics. But, let me tell you, it feels much more like going to bed without dinner--i.e. one of the most remorse-provoking punishments, and ... for what crime? I just wanted to read.
But now, I've learned: They keep those precious scribbly bits of quasi-tangible mind matter bound up in recycled tree under lock, key and librarian. ... On one hand, it's a relief that they're still out there. On the other hand, I'm quite fond of browsing stacks, getting lost in the Romance (languages) section, judging all sorts of books by their non-descript covers that scream 'I-am-outdated!' I love that.
But alas. For now. I'd much rather spend my afternoon in the reading room at la Biblioteca Nacional--making hand signals at the girl sitting two tables aways from me, trying to silently solve a malfunctioning reading light situation--than in my very well lit, fome apartment.


3) I'm practicaly ON the bus to Buenos Aires!