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those days pushed into a box in the attic

February 27, 2015 (10 months ago)

“…But, I’m forgetting that there are going to be days where I want to talk in English – with people that know my slang words and inside jokes.  I’m going to want to crash in a room where I feel completely comfortable and have days to myself.  I’m going to want to drive and eat normal food and maybe even go to school where I am comfortable in my routine.  I’m going to wish I was with my family in a house with my phone and computer.  I am so comfortable in the life I have in Brookhaven, a little too comfortable I think.  Nothing is really challenging me here.  I am so grateful for tons of people in my life that I learn from everyday, but I need a change of way and change of pace.  I need to be pushed outside of my comfort zone, into situations where I’m not always going to be happy.   I’m not going to want to get on that bus for an hour every morning and work hard and have kids relying on me to teach them.  I’m not going to want to wake up early.  And there will be days where I will want to be back home because that is the easy way of life.  But, a life that’s beautiful is not usually easy.  I’m going to go to that orphanage everyday because it is going to form me into something that I can’t even grasp right now.  I am fully going through with this for not a single reason, but a feeling.  A feeling that is what is right for me.  And, I have no idea how it will go, who I will be after, or what the effects will be.  But, I do know that it is the right choice for me, and I’m going to discover some amazing people and some amazing things about myself.  In a little more than a year, I will have lived in a country without Americans for an extended period of time, speaking my second language.  I will have seen and done some extraordinary things.  And, I have no doubt that I will have made some lifelong connections that I will cherish for the rest of my life.  This could easily be the most important year of my entire life.  If that isn’t worth it, I don’t know what is.”


November 15, 2015 12:56 am

One thing that I pondered before I left for Chile, but could never fully accept, was the fact that I won’t be living in a fairytale.  I’m not on vacation; every day is not full of adventure and travel and bliss.  Maybe I post the pictures on Instagram of my amazing adventures to waterfalls, islands, geysers, and nearby cities and countries.  Maybe I write blog posts about my amazing friends and family and my crazy adventures through Chilean deserts.  Maybe those things are very very real, and amazing, and memories and experiences that I cherish.  But, I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t days nearly as glamorous.  In fact, I have had plenty of days quite the opposite.  Some lonely, lazy, upset, tearful, and average days.  When you live somewhere for six months, there’s no getting around that word “live.”  I live here, just like I live anywhere else.  I’ve had days where I am so tired that I have not gotten out of my bed once.  I have been sick.  I’ve had a fever, I have a cold, I’ve had to skip class.  I have had days where I feel like I’m doing everything wrong.  I have had days where I can’t understand a word of Spanish, and nothing makes sense.  Those usually follow a day where I feel like I’ve really improved my fluency (jokes on you!).  I have had days where all I want is to be sitting in my basement with a group of my friends, eating candy, fighting over what movie we’ll watch, chatting about life.  I definitely have had days where I’ve cried, and I’ve gotten a hug.  But, I’ve also had a few days where I’ve cried with no one there to know or understand.  I’ve had days where I don’t want to get up at 6 A.M.  and go on that bus for an hour.  And, I’ve had many a day where I want to get in my car instead of waiting for public transportation (I’ll always love you, micros).

I’m not saying all of this because my life is hard here.  I’m saying this because life is hard anywhere.  And, moving to another country does not cure that, does not prevent bad days.  So, I decided to give my attention to those days, because they are of value too.  Those days that are stuck in between the cracks on the sidewalk, pushed into a box in the attic.  Those are the days that I’m not telling my friends from home about, not how I answer, “How is Chile?!”  They are not what I’m posting on Facebook about.  But, again they’re of value. Because it’s through those days, I’ve learned to appreciate my car, my community at home, my family.  I have seen my patience grow through those days, my ability to change plans, my need for rest, and my realization that I’m not invincible.  And in the end, I am living in Valparaíso; I have gotten to experience good days and bad days in Chile.  And that’s what makes those not-so-glamorous days so very worth it.


una vida tranquila

Something I’ve been hearing a lot about recently, and have been struggling with and thinking about, is the decision between staying with your roots, staying with your past, or going forward with your own dreams.  This past weekend in Chiloe (a beautiful island in the south of Chile), “Don Juan,” as we called him, made this so real.

All 50 of my lovely compañeros and I were invited to the small house of people we had never met, who would serve us the largest amount of food I’ve laid eyes on and open up their house to us for the entire afternoon.  Talk about hospitality.  But just chatting with this lovely couple quickly shifted my vision to see that they were happy to.  If it meant that they could share their life, their passion, their story with us.

Don Juan was a soft-spoken man.  But, once you got him in a small group he could talk and talk about everything he was so proud of.  His personal rock collection, his animals on his farm in the backyard, all the plants that he grows and grows year round.  Emily and I happened to get talking to him, and he had us follow him back farther in his “granja” (farm).  We were hopping over fences, learning new vegetable names, and you could just tell from the way he spoke and the look in his eyes that this was his life.  And, he was so proud of it.  We eventually got back to a little bench hidden next to a river where he invited us to sit down.  He told us that they come out here to eat “once” (dinner) every once in a while.  He then went on to tell us that his three sons are all spread around the country now.  Some up in Santiago, some in other parts, graduated from school, working on their “real” careers.  First, the indigenous language down in Chiloe has almost disappeared, because there was no reason for these generations to learn it.  Now, the young people have no interest in working on the farm, taking over the business.  Don Juan told us one thing that day that I won’t forget for a long time.

“The farm life is one where we work really hard, all day.  But, it’s a calm life.  We eat the food we grow.  We talk to each other.  There is culture here that is slipping away.  And, when I die, there won’t be anyone to take over the farm.  And I don’t know what will happen.”  

There is something so beautiful and tragic about this.  I, initially, felt the pain that Don Juan carries heavy, heavy in his heart…and I still do.  You think about the culture there and how much it matters and should always matter.  And, then you also think about his sons.  About how I’m sure they just want to pursue what they love, and it happens to not be the same as what their father loves.  You think about working on a farm for the rest of your life.  There’s a point where selfishness is not even a word that should enter your mind.  Because, I can’t say that I would make a different decision in any way.

The outcome is a struggle between maintaining culture and sticking with familyor pursuing your own dreams and doing what you think will impact the world for the better.  And, it got me thinking.

So, thanks Don for getting me thinking.  And, for opening up your house to us.  It’s not a day I’ll forget in a long time.


Below are a few more pictures from the awesome trip just for kicks.  Always thinking about Atlanta and home and friends and family.  Sending much love and many prayers from Chile every single day.




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conversion of the 'non-hugger'

I was known in my friend group as the "non-hugger."  I love my friends, but they grew to realize that I was not one to display my love through touch.  Ever since I was little, I was never a big hugger or cuddler or anyone that showed affection in that way.  Of course, there are times where I need a long hug from a best friend, but for the most part, I have always been like this.  And, I never really thought it was a problem, I just thought, it's the way I do things.

In Chile, personal space is different in a lot of ways.  The normal greeting for every single person you meet, no matter if you've never met them, is a hug and kiss on the cheek.  It is a normal occurrence for my whole family, all 5 of us, to get into my parents bed and watch a movie.  Touch and closeness is how I have found Chileans show love, connectedness, togetherness.  And even if some of these things are different than everything I know, it's how to display love.  And I love these people.

I was with some of my Chilean friends, and they were telling me their interactions with other "gringas" have been more cold and very much so non-touchy.  They were surprised that I would even give hugs, and I'm glad to change their perspective, even if just a little bit.  It's normal, and in fact healthy, to give a friend a long hug, to hold their hand when they're hurt, to cuddle and watch a movie.  And, I've grown accustomed to living in this more affectionate way, and in-fact, even enjoy it.  I know my parents won't believe it.

So, I've found myself hugging more, cuddling more, pushing myself more.  Not because I'm trying to change who I am, but for love.  Because they deserve to know, in their own way, how much they mean to me.

I've noticed that people here express emotion on the outside.  You tell someone if you've hurt them, if you're upset, if you're grateful.  Words are powerful.  And throughout the past two months, I have had to apologize in Spanish, explain myself in Spanish, express how grateful I am in Spanish, make people feel better in Spanish, and all in all, show emotion in Spanish.  I'm not using my second language to take a test or have a conversation with the automated lady on the AP exam.  I'm using it to make friends, to apologize for being a bad sister, to stop the tears of a little girl at volunteer, to express my love.  And, this is a tool.  A tool that makes expressing emotion in English seem almost easy. Because if I can do all of that in Spanish, I can certainly explain myself to my grandparents, tell my parents how much I love them, and apologize to my friends for not always being there in my first language.  And, relationships really do grow when you start talking (and I mean really talking).  About how you feel, about how sorry you are, about how much you love the other person.

I've still got a long way to go.  Whether it's through words or touch, I will keep making mistakes.  And not show enough affection, and hurt people and not have the words to apologize.  But, I know that it gets better. I know that a lot of people have given me second chances.  And for that, I'll go give a few more hugs and say a few more 'Thank you's."


I can't stop thinking, "I'm so lucky."

The fact that I haven’t blogged in about 2 weeks fully describes my past 2 weeks.  I have been going and going and feel like I still haven’t had a second to breathe.  But, I can honestly say it was, by far, the best time I have had in Chile so far, and I learned things and made memories that are impossible to forget.  So, this post will be more of a catch-up, what I’ve been up to, because I know I have been bad at telling even my family at home what’s been going on.

So, September 18, is Independence Day in Chile, and that means having 10 days free for vacation.  Yes.  This is why I love Chile.  So, I celebrated my sister’s 13th birthday on the tenth… (with selfies and family and yummy food).


IMG_7397And, then on the morning of the 11th, Chloe and I took off for San Pedro in the Atacama Desert.  We had an amazing time in the Cejar Lagoons, Los Geiseres, Valle del Muerte, Valle de La Luna.  It was all so gorgeous and breathtaking; pictures don’t do it any justice.


Valle de La Luna


best sunset I’ve witnessed




The four days we had planned in San Pedro were pretty awesome.  Full of friends and new friends and stars and breathtaking landscapes and many inside jokes.  I felt content, and I felt ready to come home to Valparaiso and celebrate the 18th with my family.  But, things took a quick turn when we found out there was a “strike” on the 15th because workers in the airports were not satisfied with the retirement situation.  So, on the 15th my flight in the morning was completely canceled.  My friend, Luz, came running into the hostel saying the only flight she could reschedule to was on the night of the 17th, meaning we would barely even make it for the 18th, if everything worked out.  I felt like I was going to cry.  I called my family in tears, and my mom and sister were reassuring me that it would be OK, we would have a great time on the 18th.  But, I wanted to be home when I had it planned.  I wanted to hang out with my sister all day on the 15th, go with my friends to the fondas on the 16th like I had planned, go to an “asado” with them on the 17th.  It was going to be so much fun.  I felt crushed, I felt like it was all completely out of my control.

Woah.  Talk about a change of plans.  Talk about trusting in His timing.  Talk about talking the talk but not following through with my words.  I took a deep breath, calmed down, laughed a little bit with my friends, and tried really hard to realize that there was absolutely nothing I could do.  There have definitely been worse things.

So, there we were.  Luz, Chloe, and I in a new hostel, in San Pedro, for a little longer than expected.  We relaxed and slept and read and walked around and talked about anything and everything.  I learned a lot about the patience I’m developing and still need to develop.  Then, we got a call on the night of the 15th that maybe, just maybe, we could get a 9am flight the next morning.  We talked to the people on the phone, and they told us that we were in fact confirmed for the flight the next morning.  I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t ecstatic.

We got to the airpot at 6:30am the next day, they proceeded to tell us we weren’t on the 9am flight, but they would put us on the 2pm flight.  I could deal with that.  We waited upstairs until about 1:30pm and thought it was a little strange that no one was up there.  Until we looked downstairs at a mob of people yelling at the ticket counter, because the 2pm flight happened to just be completely cancelled.  That’s when they told us no flights were actually confirmed until the 21st. The 21st.  Now, I’m a somewhat flexible person, but this flat out scared me.  I don’t think I could do 6 nights, 6 days in an airport.  It was a struggle, but we got boarding passes for the 10:55 flight that night.  It was a long day.  Oh, and don’t forget about the earthquake that also happened that night.  It was getting to the point where it was extremely comical how many more things could happen.  I have honestly never laughed so hard when we found out there was an earthquake on the news around the world (of course after we made sure our families and friends were all completely fine).

The biggest thing I learned from my airport extravaganza was definitely how humor changes situations like this.  It’s normal to be upset, frustrated, scared, and everything in between.  But in the end, it’s up to you to decide what emotions you display.  And, just sitting there laughing with my friends on hour 16 in the airport, partly delirious and extremely tired, was joyful and happy, in a lot of ways.

When I finally saw my family on the morning of the 17th, I started bawling when I saw my sister.  That’s not something I usually do, but I think it was all the emotions and tears I wanted to cry the past three days coming out.  It’s so true that you don’t realize how good you have it until you don’t have it.  And, when I wasn’t with my sweet family in Valpo for those six days, I missed them so much, and I was so happy and blessed to be back home.  I have built myself a life here, a home, and this is the first time I truly appreciated it as much as I should always.

The next few days were full of birthday parties, lots of family time, fairs (fondas), barbeques (asados), Chilean pride, dancing, 18th love, so many new words and new friends.  Topped off with spending the night at a farm house in Quillota with all of my Chilean friends. This resulted into a very content and tired Smith on Monday morning.

So, it was a good 10 days, definitely some of the happiest I’ve had.  I’m a lucky girl to call some pretty awesome people here friends and family.  I have been showered with more blessings than I deserve.  For now, I’m back to “normal” life, which includes classes and volunteering. But, every day is here is still new and full of adventure.  I just have this feeling in my stomach that I can’t describe, of pure happiness, when I think about the past ten days and the time I had with people I love.  And about all that will happen in the future.  And, for that, I can’t stop thinking, “I’m so lucky.”


mi familia

 Welcome to my blog, and I can't wait to share my adventures with all of you.  I have been in Chile for almost a month now and have already written some things down, so here's what I've been up to.  Thanks for stopping by, nos vemos! 


August 3, 2015


On Saturday morning at 10:30 am, I met the four people that I was told would be my “family” for the next five months of my life.  Little did I know how quickly that word “family” would become so real.  The past two days have been filled with shopping, amor, markets, malls, fiestas, movies, abuelos, primos, friends, tacos, cookies, bread, and lots and lots of spanish.  And, I’ve honestly loved every second.  The Ramirez Cabrera family has immediately made me one of their own.  I sort of expected to be treated as an outsider, having questions pounded at me constantly.  But as a total 360, these four people haven’t changed anything about their lives for me but simply have opened up their hearts and their daily life to include me in it.  It’s not a vacation, I’m living the daily life as any other Chilean would.  From the moment they picked me up in their car, we went straight to the supermarket to pick up some things, drove to a gas station, went to the grocery store, went to a salon to get haircuts, ate some lunch, went out to run some more errands, and then got ready for Andres’ (my host brother) 19th birthday party.  At lunch, the nine people sitting around me (there were family friends too) were having full conversations about their past vacations, talking about “The Voice Chile,” like they would any other day.  I could sit there, take it in, participate in conversation when I wanted, and I was perfectly content.  I didn’t want it to be “The Smith Show.” I wanted it to be a normal family lunch, and that’s exactly what it was.  They are proceeding with their day to day life, and I am lucky enough to get to hop on for the ride.

Ximena or “Xime.” She is an incredible mother.  From the way she talks about her kids, you can tell she loves them with every bit of her heart.  She is very talkative, genuinely kind, and giving.  From the second I got here, she has called me her “hija” “niña” and “amor,” making this transition easier for me in every way.  It’s nice to have someone here that I can always turn to if I need it.


Claudio.  He’s a proud dad.  He’s definitely quiet, but you can tell with every word he says he cares so so much.  He always makes sure I have all the food I want (which has been more than enough).  When talking about his son, his words were genuine and his face was glowing.  Oh, and he walks really really fast.  We already have an inside joke about it.

Andrés.  This 19-year-old (as of yesterday) reminds me a lot of my brothers back at home.  He plays rugby and has lots and lots of friends.  He talks really fast.  And, he has also made me feel extremely comfortable here, walking the 30 minutes to the university and back with me, showing me how to use the micro, teaching me some engineering stuff, and asking me a lot of questions.  He’s an extremely genuine and kind person.

Constanza (but everyone calls her Coty).  She’s the little sister I never had, and I love her dearly.  On the first night, she slept in my room with me just because we wanted to.  We have gone to the mall, watched four movies back to back, and have spent every minute we can together.  Just talking to her constantly has improved my Spanish so much, and her hugs make me feel right at home.


Don’t worry Mom, Dad, Whid, and Joe.  No one will replace y’all.  I miss you all dearly!  There really is no place like home, but I think you have to live somewhere else for awhile to realize that.  For now, I’m loving trying something new, forcing myself to adapt to a situation that is unfamiliar.  And, I’m so so lucky that these are the people I get to surround myself with everyday and make Chile feel like home.

Bye for now,




harina & arena

I make a lot of mistakes, usually a bunch of little things that add up to an unreal amount.  This weekend may have been my record.  But in spite of it all, I can say it brought a lot of laughter: to my Chilean family and to you Chloe (why do you put up with me).  This simple theme of learning to "laugh it off" is simple, maybe even seen as unsophisticated, but it's important.  Important enough to carry me through many situations where I could become aggravated, upset, frustrated, the list goes on.  And usually I experience those feelings.  But, it's hard to be upset when you have a bunch of laughing and loving people surrounding you, lifting you up patiently.  I seriously commend them for their patience. 

I will never ever forget the difference between these two words: harina and arena.  On Saturday night, my host mom called me downstairs to go and get her two bags of "harina" from my grandpa next door.  No problem.  I don't really know what harina is, but I have a feeling it has something to do with cooking empanadas.  So, I go over to my adorable 95-year-old abuelito's house and ask for some "harina."  Obviously, my pronunciation wasn't perfect because as soon as I know it I get taken into an outdoor garage next door that contains a huge bag of brown sand.  I was confused, but he insisted that I get a bag of it to take back home.  So, there I was, with my hands in the sand transferring it to a small grocery bag, wondering what these empanadas were going to taste like.  And, then my sister comes out laughing her head off, saying "Grandpa! We need flour!"  Harina is flour.  Arena is sand.  I could have felt really stupid.  And, well, I definitely did.  But, I have never seen my abuelo laugh that hard.  We all just sat there for five minutes, laughing so so hard.  And, then we went inside and told my mom, and it happened all over again.  There was so much joy and absolutely no room to feel stupid.  These are the moments when you laugh it off, because what else is there to do?  

Or when you accidentally drink the water everyone was putting their hands in to make empanadas, and your whole family laughs even harder.  Or when Chloe and I attempt to ski a run that says "experts only," and the only reason we make it down alive is because of a really nice Chilean named Juan.  Or when I almost had to pay 60,000 pesos for a stolen helmet.  I could go on....

All of these moments make my days full and lively and definitely interesting.  But as annoying or scary in the moment, I'm beyond grateful for the times I choose to laugh it off.  Because those are the ones I remember, what bring joy out of "bad" situations, and what makes you appreciate the people around you.  

And, they also make sure you never forget the meaning of harina and arena.  


why does it matter?

"What are we doing?" "Where are we going?" "Weren't we supposed to leave three hours ago?"

These are questions that I constantly think but have just learned to not ask anymore.  On Saturday, we got in the car at 12:30 (I was told we were leaving at 9:30) to go to Jenny's house for lunch, or at least I thought.  We all hopped in, drove passed where their house is, and I turned to my sister and just asked, "What are we doing?"  She just shrugged her shoulders, but gave me a look like, "Smith, why does it matter?"  And, this was all I needed.

Because it really doesn't matter.  Coming from a monochronic society like the US, it is engrained in me to need a schedule, need the details, the plans for the day, and to be on time.  Time is singular; there isn't much wiggle room for change or delays.  You leave when you say you're going to leave.  You go eat lunch when you say you're going to eat lunch.  You want to fill your day with "things." In Chile, in this polychronic society, time has multiple layers.  In fact, time does not control the people here, but they more or less control the time.  It's not so much about productivity, but just living.  It's not so much about getting to lunch by 1 o'clock, but stopping at the beach for an hour before, and getting there when you get there.  If you're having a really good conversation with someone, you don't leave even if you have somewhere to be.  Whatever it is can wait.  Time is not constricting.

If you ask a lot of people here what they're doing today, it's not uncommon for them to say "I don't know, probably this, probably that..."  Because in their minds, a "good" day is not one that has a schedule with times and places to be.  If you think about it, having your mind open to spontaneity or a change in plans can be a good thing.   We lose a little bit of that control that we don't always need.  And time stops controlling is.

Now, let me get one thing straight.  Neither one of these societies is better; there is no good and bad.  They are solely different ways of functioning.  And, I still have my struggles living in this polychronic world.  Sometimes, I just want people to show up when they say they will.  I want a schedule.  I want to get started.  I just want to know what's going on.  But learning to function in a different society, learning to be OK with getting in a car and not knowing where we're going and when we'll get back, is a gift.  And I've found myself letting go and learning to be OK with, in fact even enjoy, not being in control.

In the US, I would have thought a Saturday that got started at 12:30 pm where we stopped at the beach, went to the grocery store, were late to lunch, and hung out all day at our friends' house would have been an all-in-all unproductive day.  But in fact, it was a day full of new adventures, good food, conversation, music, and love.  And that right there, is perspective.  And, it's life.  So why does it matter that I don't know how the day's going to unfold?



August 15, 2015

This past weekend was not what I thought it was going to be like.  Chloe, my family, the Yévenes’, and I had been overly excited to take on “the Nieve” this past Saturday.  We went and bought used ski clothes, couldn’t sleep on Friday because it felt like Christmas, woke up at 5 am on Saturday, packed the cars, and drove two hours to Portillo.  As we were driving through, we got stopped and simply were told that we couldn’t pass through (something with Argentina and hotel reservations…who knows).  Surprised with myself, I wasn’t even upset.  Yes, I wanted to go skiing.  But we all got out of the car, laughed it off, and moved on with our day. My host mom’s cousin happens to live about thirty minutes away in the Andes, so we loaded up on meat, salad, cookies, and drinks, went to her house, and spent all day there.  How could I possibly be upset? That is happiness.

Now, I’m not going to tell you I know the perfect definition of happiness, because I definitely don’t.  But, I do know that this weekend was happiness.  Happiness is being smushed in the middle seat of a car with your Chilean family.  It’s having your host dad sarcastically ask how the snow was and creating stories about everything we were going to tell people about our crazy mountain day.  It’s playing card games with 10 kids, laughing our heads off calling each other cheaters.  It’s playing solitaire and bonding over all the Disney movies we love, even if we watch them in different languages.  It’s eating lunch with thirty people, half of which I had never met and probably will never see again in my life, but feeling at home.  It’s teaching Rebe and Coty the whip, and having them laugh at me when I do it.  It’s witnessing cousins getting together again and the strong bond of families.  It’s learning a bunch of new words for “dating” and “boyfriend” and everything else a teenage girl would ever need to say.  It’s staying up until 12:30 am watching the Hannah Montana movie and five girls falling asleep in the same bed.

Happiness is a ski day gone wrong.  It’s a change of plans that turns out to be exactly what you need.  It’s flexibility.  It’s family.  It’s love.  It’s God at work.


This right here, a group of people that was so unfamiliar two weeks ago, but now feels like family….that’s happiness.

lluvia...and a little more lluvia

August 11, 2015


So, I feel a little bad about making fun of my university for canceling classes last Thursday because of the rain.  Below are a few reasons why.


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Last Thursday, I was sitting laughing at all of Chile for freaking out about a little uncommon rain and canceling every school for the next day.  And then, I woke up on Friday, looked out at the ocean, and saw nothing but white flooding into the roads very far below and the darkest clouds I have ever laid eyes on.  At that point, I looked a little stupid.

So, the next few days consisted of watching many a movie with the family, making sopapillas with sugar on top (a tradition when it’s raining), holding on to my sister at night when the wind sounded like it could literally knock out every house in our neighborhood, learning a lot of new vocabulary about weather, buying probably too many sweets from our next door neighbors, playing Fifa, sitting on roofs, reading, sleeping, and talking.

I can’t say this weekend was the most adventurous to be had in South America, but I’ll have plenty of those in the future.  Being abandoned in a house in Chile for four days has its benefits.  You learn a lot about the people with you, you talk a lot of Spanish, you eat good food, and you find yourself becoming comfortable.

For now, I’m thankful I live on a very tall hill.  I’m thankful that I had class today.  I’m thankful I can leave the house.  I’m thankful that I can see the sun.  I’m thankful that there will be other stuff on the TV besides rain.  But, I’m also thankful for this past weekend for giving me an opportunity to become closer to my most generous family.

And, I’m really thankful for the nice man that just let me pass him in line for the collectivo, because I really wanted to get home to some lunch.

Talk to you all soon,


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