{4.4.15} multipurpose love buckets: a how-to guide

¡Dejale regalonearte! Let her love you! says Juan, my host dad, as my host mom hovers about trying to bring me ice or kleenex or an apple, all of which I turn down, even as I sit in a crumpled heap after yet another Knee Incident. I’m more than a bit desolate, but accepting help feels, in…

{30.10.13} In appreciation of mothers

María Alicia is in Puerto Montt this week with her daughter, keeping her daughter and granddaughter company through the last couple of weeks of her pregnancy, so her husband could go to an important work conference. This has meant that Juan and I are left to lead the semi-bachelor/bachelorette lifestyle. There have been a number…

{26.9.14} 2 Birthdays

(note: originally started this post almost a month ago, and just now finished it) Last week, Chile (by some counts) turned 204. This week I turned 21. Much wine ensued. For Chile, there was also incredible amounts of meat and dance. For me, cake. Fiestas Patrias is Chile’s biggest holiday. It tops Christmas (which is…

{20.9.14} Snapshots and Thoughts of Valparaíso

Fathers love quietly A small boy with a bowl cut sits on his father’s suitcase, back against the telescoping handle. He eats a snack while his father squats in front of him, face at his level, and they talk quietly. Together, they wait for the bus. spring has come and these flowers now bathe the…

{3.8.14} How I flew 10 hours to come home

Just a minute ago Maria Alicia, my host mom, looked over at me and said “it feels like you’ve always been here”. I had been thinking the same, actually since 48 hours in. I almost can’t believe that I haven’t always sat on the couch like I am now wearing my traditional chilean rainbow pants…