Photo 1: My house
Photo 2: The view from my living room window
1. Everyday at noon, without fail, the town siren rings at the fire station. Everyday at noon, without fail, every dog in town howls like crazy at the siren (it just is)
2. Orange peels drying on wood burning stoves, the aroma of citrus (love)
3. frozen toothpaste (hate)
4. New favorite pastime: placing garlic cloves in the tray under the wood burning stove and eating toasted garlic (love)
5. As Eva says, walking around town like Michael Jackson. Why? Because Chileans haven’t learned that all the salt they put on their food would be put to better use on the sheets of ice that cover the sidewalks (hate)
6. Every home has a tea kettle on the wood burning stove, always ready to offer tea or coffee at the first knock on the door. (love)
7. Ironically, despite the above-mentioned fact, very few people actually leave their houses to take advantage of the hospitality. I’ve discovered that while everyone in Futa knows everyone, very few people actually know each other. That would explain all the gossip (hate).
8. My bed is made for me every day (love).
9. The rooster I hear crowing outside right now (love).
10. The Chilean folk music I hear downstairs right now (love).
11. My complete and total lack of interaction with anyone from my country (it just is).
12. The film festival that some people here have organized: Every other week a different movie is shown and then discussed. Friday we saw “Lengua de Marisposa." I highly recommend it. It's lovely to have intellectual stimulation and appreciation for the arts. (love)
1. Everyday at noon, without fail, the town siren rings at the fire station. Everyday at noon, without fail, every dog in town howls like crazy at the siren (it just is)
2. Orange peels drying on wood burning stoves, the aroma of citrus (love)
3. frozen toothpaste (hate)
4. New favorite pastime: placing garlic cloves in the tray under the wood burning stove and eating toasted garlic (love)
5. As Eva says, walking around town like Michael Jackson. Why? Because Chileans haven’t learned that all the salt they put on their food would be put to better use on the sheets of ice that cover the sidewalks (hate)
6. Every home has a tea kettle on the wood burning stove, always ready to offer tea or coffee at the first knock on the door. (love)
7. Ironically, despite the above-mentioned fact, very few people actually leave their houses to take advantage of the hospitality. I’ve discovered that while everyone in Futa knows everyone, very few people actually know each other. That would explain all the gossip (hate).
8. My bed is made for me every day (love).
9. The rooster I hear crowing outside right now (love).
10. The Chilean folk music I hear downstairs right now (love).
11. My complete and total lack of interaction with anyone from my country (it just is).
12. The film festival that some people here have organized: Every other week a different movie is shown and then discussed. Friday we saw “Lengua de Marisposa." I highly recommend it. It's lovely to have intellectual stimulation and appreciation for the arts. (love)
13. Boxed red wine warmed by the fire accompanied by Sahne-Nuss, a divine chocolate bar Nestle makes (love)
14. Playing Truco with the few young teachers in town while we drink the boxed red wine and eat the divine chocolate (love)
15. Conducting my first yoga class ever, in Spanish, with three students, a roaring fire, incense, and music to relax even the tensest of souls (love)
16. Feeling like I have been very unkind to my body, not giving it the proper exercise it needs and feeding it loads of coffee, tea, and toast (hate)
17. Leaving for work 10 minutes before my classes start because my commute to school is a 2-block walk (some days I love it, some days I would prefer some new scenery).
18. Hearing that TWO of my good friends in Ohio had healthy babies this week- CONGRATULATIONS JAIME AND MARIE! (I love this, obviously)
19. Having complete freedom to teach whatever I want in my classes at the pace that is convenient for my students (love)
20. The puny, pathetic, pitiful selection of fruits and vegetables in town (hate)
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