Surprise on the Metro

I saw a Chilean man on the metro yesterday with the greatest mullet I have ever seen. He had gel on top so it was sticking up all sleek-like, and the hair in the back went almost to his butt. Such dedication.

And I blew up my hair dryer. And surge protector. Whoops.

And I got lost on the micro (the bus system) because I didn't know where to get off. But it's okay, guys, I made it back. No worries.


Here's the view of the mountains from the Catolica campus. If it wasn't so darn smoggy it would be prettier.






































This is the view from one of the metro stations that is above ground.










Sorry , but all you're going to see are pictures of the mountains. I can't get over them.

It's the middle of "winter" and it's been between 50-60 degrees out. La Pity and Meme are constantly asking if I'm cold. And if I'm hungry...

Oh, we ate lunch at my Andres's house today, and his wife, Pamela (Pam-AY-la), is apparently a big drinker. She made me take a shot of Pisco, with Coca-Cola, resulting in Piscola, which is Chile's national drink, I guess. Don't judge me, I'm legal here.

Besos y abrazos