Time is flying!

Last Sunday I went rafting in Cajón del Maipo, which is about a 45 minute busride southeast of Santiago. The day before was really hot and alot of the snow from the mountains melted into the river, making the waves super big. The guy said that a raft had flipped the day before too! Yikes. Anyways, it was tons o' fun!
















I'm the one in the red. The waves aren't very big in this picture, but there were some moments where I felt like I was on the Titanic as it was sinking. Like, you'd see a huge wave coming at you, and all you could do is wave your paddle at it.
















At one spot in the river the guide told us we could jump in and go swimming. One of my friends jumped in and I followed right along because, frankly, sometimes I don't think. Let me tell you, that water was freaking cold.
















The scenery was beautiful though. At the end of the trip the water was a little more calm, and when we went around this little bend, suddenly there was a bunch of cows standing on the side of the river. Cows!! Cows in a river!!

When we finished rafting, we walked back up to the main road to try to figure out a way home. A couple was just pulling out of the parking lot and asked if we wanted a ride back to Santiago. Of course we said yes, so we hopped in. Gonzalo and Consuelo, that's them. Yeah, they were really nice and very talkative. This was still before the election, so they asked us a bunch of questions, like if we could vote and who we were voting for. Like all Chileans I've talked to, they loved Obama and Gonzalo went so far as to say that "Bush is the devil." Anyways, so we were driving down this windy mountain road and Consuelo suddenly reaches under her seat and grabs a beer. So I'm thinking, Hmm, ok. There's a possibility that this a little illegal. And then she hands the beer to Gonzalo, who is driving. Yep, this is definately illegal. But no worries -- we made it home safe and sound.

On Tuesday I just wasn't in the mood to stay up til 3AM to figure out who won. So I went to bed. When I woke up Wednesday morning, I walked out of my room and Patty came running up to me and gave me a big hug, saying "Obama won! Obama won! Jennita, it was a landslide! Yaaay!" Obama was on the cover of all the newspapers too.

On Thursday night I went salsa dancing with some of the people from my YMCA class, and it's official -- I cannot dance. Really, I'm awful. Gonzalo, my friend who was trying to teach me and not the drunk driver, kept telling me, "Listen to the music! Feel the rhythm!" Um, yeah, okay, like you guys know me. I'm a musical-ish person. Like, I know rhythm. Right? Right guys?!? Ugh. I blame it on the song. It had stupid rhythm. Yeah, so I can't dance, but I still try my darnedest and I have a blast doing it, even though I look like a dufus.

Tonight I'm going to a Juanes concert! He's a singer from Colombia. And tomorrow I'm going on a fieldtrip with my YMCA class! Only two weeks left of classes -- yikes! I'm actually getting kind of sad that I'll be leaving all my friends. Don't worry, I'm also super excited to see all of you when I get back!