We Are Many

I arrived.  Arrived to a place distant from where I am.  It's good.  A refreshing dose of difference. 

For the first time I believe, I am a true stranger.  A true gringo in their eyes.  No one knew me.  No knows me either.  Walking the streets with a smile for no reason.  It's frigid and windy but I like it.  Absent of my own culture, yet so heavily influenced by it as well.  Una mezcla (mixture).  I'm truly ignorant.  Truly lost.  Learning, searching, walking aimlessly and it's wonderful.  

Taking public transportation to class is worthy of a blog post each time.  It's kind of expensive and adds up fast.  Visited the beaches, the dunes, the mountains (not the Andes), the new city, the old city, Neruda, the ascensores.  And I still haven't even breached the surface of Chile.  Spanish is so much harder than I expected.  Fairly dangerous at night.  A sense of adventure.  Pretty happy.

I do have some photos ...  www.picasaweb.google.com/carmikle71223

I would like to be able to touch a bell
and call up my real self, the truly me,
because if I really need my proper self,
I must not allow myself to disappear.

- Pablo