$3000 pesos = approx $6-$7 (depending on exchange rate)
$3000 pesos (today) =
6 eggs
6 clementines
3 potatoes
3 plums
2 artichokes
2 oranges
2 onions
2 hot peppers
1 small pkg of mushrooms
1 smallish bag of spinach
1 apple
$3000 pesos = The awkward guy at the little produce shop thinks I am attractive so my produce purchases all of a sudden become insanely cheap. Economically, it's nice. Ethically, I feel a little sleazy, even though I am not the one ringing it all up.
13 June 2008
12 June 2008
30 to go.
So, a month from now I will have left Chile, although I will still be a long ways and time away from home. ETA to Boston: July 17th at night.
The only strong feeling I have at this point is a lot of remorse, but I am going to try and change that. I really wanted to get involved in Santiago, and instead I have been somewhat of an awkward hermit. But, more on that later!
In the meantime, I am just trying to get through the next two weeks, which is to say, two weeks from now I will be happily drinking an artesanal beer and appreciating how great it is to have finished finals. And at the very least get through to June 20th, when my internship fiasco will finally end.
Random observation: although Quínoa is from the Andes/this region of the world, it is much cheaper in the states than here. Odd, right? Also, it's really hard to find non-organic quínoa, which is kind of cool, pretty expensive, but still odd.
The only strong feeling I have at this point is a lot of remorse, but I am going to try and change that. I really wanted to get involved in Santiago, and instead I have been somewhat of an awkward hermit. But, more on that later!
In the meantime, I am just trying to get through the next two weeks, which is to say, two weeks from now I will be happily drinking an artesanal beer and appreciating how great it is to have finished finals. And at the very least get through to June 20th, when my internship fiasco will finally end.
Random observation: although Quínoa is from the Andes/this region of the world, it is much cheaper in the states than here. Odd, right? Also, it's really hard to find non-organic quínoa, which is kind of cool, pretty expensive, but still odd.
08 June 2008
Dear Santiaguinos
Dear Santiaguinos,
Your baffling walking patterns and skillfull obstruction of walkways continues to pester me, but, never fear, you have found new ways to challenge and dumbfound me: umbrellas. I have almost lost an eye or both approximately seven times in the past month. I understand that everyone has a distinctive walking pace and pattern, but at times my attempts to navigate the sidewalks here merit outright laughter.
Hey guys, I heard walking five people deep on a narrow sidewalk at the pace of a two-year old about to fall over, is a great idea! Or, dodging back and forth across the sidewalk when approaching from the opposite direction as someone. But, the lovely umbrellas: a lethal combination of dangerous eye-level sharp spokes + the already non-existent space to pass a slow walker diminished in size by the tripled diameter of the other pedestrian (umbrella width).
But, there is a bright side: When it rains it means the next morning will be clear and slightly breathable. Because, normally the air is full of smog and absolutely disgusting like this:
I have been having severe mental lapses, and I hope that I can attribute it to...smog? Not the lack of sleep, not the pisco and ron consumption, not the me-not-being-cut-out-for-bilingual-thought because my brain can't process it all (i.e. I sound like an idiot no matter in which language I am speaking). I have now officially had my first days where I have walked outside and felt sick/some sort of burning feeling from the air. Delicious!
But, I do love this country. Really do. And to continue that thought: Santiaguinos, for all of the crap I may give you, please keep walking. My lungs might collapse if you drive instead.
Love,
Lindsey
(ps, photos yanked from this person's blog. They are from 2006, but don't worry, it's still the same now: http://snailtrails.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-what-were-breathing.html)
Your baffling walking patterns and skillfull obstruction of walkways continues to pester me, but, never fear, you have found new ways to challenge and dumbfound me: umbrellas. I have almost lost an eye or both approximately seven times in the past month. I understand that everyone has a distinctive walking pace and pattern, but at times my attempts to navigate the sidewalks here merit outright laughter.
Hey guys, I heard walking five people deep on a narrow sidewalk at the pace of a two-year old about to fall over, is a great idea! Or, dodging back and forth across the sidewalk when approaching from the opposite direction as someone. But, the lovely umbrellas: a lethal combination of dangerous eye-level sharp spokes + the already non-existent space to pass a slow walker diminished in size by the tripled diameter of the other pedestrian (umbrella width).
But, there is a bright side: When it rains it means the next morning will be clear and slightly breathable. Because, normally the air is full of smog and absolutely disgusting like this:
I have been having severe mental lapses, and I hope that I can attribute it to...smog? Not the lack of sleep, not the pisco and ron consumption, not the me-not-being-cut-out-for-bilingual-thought because my brain can't process it all (i.e. I sound like an idiot no matter in which language I am speaking). I have now officially had my first days where I have walked outside and felt sick/some sort of burning feeling from the air. Delicious!
But, I do love this country. Really do. And to continue that thought: Santiaguinos, for all of the crap I may give you, please keep walking. My lungs might collapse if you drive instead.
Love,
Lindsey
(ps, photos yanked from this person's blog. They are from 2006, but don't worry, it's still the same now: http://snailtrails.blogspot.com/2006/07/look-what-were-breathing.html)
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