today i found miel flavored rice cakes in the kitchen pantry. i celebrated.
yesterday i got to kiss my friend goodbye (don't get too excited, its only Chilean culture) while we were both bouldering. he scampered right up to where i was and gave the little chao peck that i love so much.
tuesday i ate the bruised part of an apple and maintained 1 english and 2 spanish conversations simultaneously on facebook chat.
monday i drank real coffee with César and a protest letter to the 'man' at PUCV. they are trying to tear down my rock wall and bouldering room; not on my watch.
sunday i painted my body, and other people's bodies to dance around in the streets to 1.000 tambores/drums and got interviewed and was on national Chilean television.