I Believe In A Thing Called Love

September 11th approaches, and I have been warned by many Chilenos that during this day there will be many protests and demonstrations.  Pretty excited in a weird way.  

Not the September 11th we Gringos associate with but the Chileno version.

Murder, Assassination, Suicide, Mutiny, Necessary, Unavoidable, Needed ... Whatever.

It happened.

Leaving for the Desert on Friday.  Not very excited ... I think its the TWENTY-FOUR bus ride I have to endure before I get there. 

Fiestas Patrias next week! Happy 18th Chile!

Listening to the rhythm of your heart,

Set Point.