Volaré. OoohOoh.

I've done the goodbye rounds. Didn't get plastered by an earthquake. Bought more books than I know how to carry. Brought more luggage than I'm allowed to carry. Woke up late and considered going back to bed...but I had a fuzzy idea in the back of my head that there was something important I had to do today. Lugged my luggage to the door--first step--to the elevator--in the elevator--out the elevator--to the portería--to the sidewalk--to the cab. I'm getting strong. And here I am in the airport, savoring precious friendships that I can't really bear to surrender to Good Memories quite yet, carrying the Chilean essence that managed to seep inside my veins, and absolutely giddy for change.