rain, rain, go away

Dude. When it rains here, it freaking pours. Yesterday, I was supposed to leave with my family to go to my great-aunt Julia's apartment at the beach. However, it was raining so hard that Patty thought there would be no point in going. She made this decision around 10 am, and good thing she did, because it continued to pour until 7:30 am this morning. So maybe you're thinking, Wow, Jenni. How did you know it was raining at 7:30 this morning? Well, I will tell you.

Did I ever mention how messed up the metro system hours are? Well, it closes at 11 pm (10:30 on weekends). Thus, all Chilean parties start around 11ish and then last until at least 6 am, which is when the metro opens in the morning. Well, a friend of mine had a party at his house and I went, totally intending to take a taxi home. Because, you know, it would be bad to stay out until 6 am. Well, that's not exactly what happened. I believe it was around 5:15 when I finally looked at someone's watch and thought, Wow! It's really late! and I figured I might as well stay up and take the metro home. I'm actually quite impressed with myself, because in case you guys didn't know, I like to sleep. And when I'm tired, as one should be at, say, 5:00 am, I usually like to sleep. Well anyways, I left my friend's house with a couple other amigos at 6:30 to get to the metro and it was raining, raining, raining. It had rained so much that there was absolutely no way to avoid the rivers that had formed on the sides of the streets. It was kind of like walking through the little creek in front of Jean's house at the cottage. Except the water was flowing at a much higher rate here. Seriously. Needless to say, my feet were very wet. "Water resistant" doesn't exactly work when the whole shoe is submerged in water. It took about an hour to get home, and I finally collapsed onto my bed at 7:30. And it was raining. I slept until 2, and my family thought it was very funny. Also, my shoes were still soaking wet. And so were my socks. And pants. And jacket. Yay rain.

On Thursday night I went to Patty's mom's birthday party. I had met her before, and I knew she was super duper nice, so of course I wanted to celebrate her birthday with her. Well, it never occurred to me how awkward it could be. Let me tell you, it was awkward. However, after 3 pisco sours, I was ready to go. And let me just say, I never asked for anything to drink, they just kept giving more and more and more. I think it was after my 8th pisco sour when we sang "Happy Birthday" and they all ask me to sing it in English, so, you know, I did. And they all thought it was hilarious.

Did I ever mention how my old mom, la Pity, had told me that I had an ugly nose? Well, she did. Viva Chile. Anyways, when I first met my g-ma, she told me how much she loved me nose and how linda it was. She was absolutely appalled when I told her what la Pity had said. At the party, Patty's sister also told me how much she loved my nose. Before I could even mention how la Pity had hated it, Patty and g-ma started telling everyone about it. Seriously, everyone in the room started bashing la Pity, and they were all yelling things like "I bet she's ugly!" and "What an idiot!" and "Your nose is beautiful!" I like it when people are on my side. Patty's family really reminded me of what our Christmases and Thanksgivings and Easters are like, with all the people and the food and the talking at high decibels. It was hilarious just to sit and (try to) listen to everyone talk. When we got home, Patty told me "te quiero mucho, Jennita" and that I was family. Yes, she calls me "Jennita," which I think is adorable and I answer to it gladly.

Angie, chilenos guapos come few and far between. It's rather devastating. Sorry Chile, but you know what's up.

Auntie Kim, you're silly.

Here's a picture a friend took of me in Valparaiso. Notice allllll the houses in the background. Es loco.


















Mucho amor <3