Santiago Orientation Week

I took this when I climbed the hill of San Cristobal (I think that's what it's called, too lazy to Google) and saw the virgin. It's one of my favorite pictures I've taken so far of Chile, I think. Which includes the ridiculousness that is Lago Ranco, where every picture I take looks as though it could be plastered on the wall of a travel agency.

So how is it here? Like I said, a little ridiculous. The weather has held up pretty well although it's a bit overcast today. But yesterday I took a walk around town, reveling in the cascade of "Hola!"s and "Buenas!" from people I'd never seen before. I found myself, as I invariably have this week, down by the water, and I napped for a bit on a bench in a park. Sun on my face, the quiet whisper of leaves above, the anti-rhythm of the lake throwing itself onto the rocky beach... For a few minutes everything dropped away and I just existed, in time, without restraints.

A lovely start to the weekend, if you ask me. I came back and hung out with Eralia, Sofia, Maria Jose, and Raul. A chilled out Thursday night, topped off with a re-watching of Pitch Perfect and then a morning (FINALLY) of sleeping until I woke up.

Next week I start teaching some classrooms on my own, so I've savoring the peace and quiet for as long as I can. I survived the first two days in one piece, and in all honesty, I like a lot of the kids. They're not all interested in learning English, but I think they've become accustomed to seeing it as a chore. Hopefully I can bring a little life to the subject, and maybe in turn get them to give it a second chance.

In the meantime, here are some pictures from my first week in Santiago. 

 A public sermon happened in the park. Not entirely sure what was being said, although I caught some stuff about homosexuals and the father and whathaveyou, so I think it's probably better I didn't.

 The first thing I ate in Santiago! And it was... not particularly Chilean, I don't think. After strolling around for a bit and picking my new Chilean burner phone, lemon ice cream was exactly what I needed. Although mine was much thinner than ice cream, it might have been sugar-free, so it tasted more like water-ice? Still, highly enjoyable.

I hate that this is so blurry. Turns out climbing a hill for like, an hour, is not conducive to steady-handed photography. Who knew?!

 Sign on the way up the hill. Might be kind of hard to read, but it says, essentially, this way to the Virgin.

 The noblest and regal-est street dog I have ever seen in my entire life. EVER! I want to take you home with me, good sir!

 The Chilean guard. Every one and their mom wanted a picture with them because, I mean, look at them.

A falling down church. I don't know its significance or why it's so dilapidated  but it kind of reminded me of some of Savannah's old forgotten buildings. Southern Gothic gets me every time.