Laundry Day....

So I was doing pretty good with the clothes I brought and thought I could manage to make it at least another week before having to do some laundry......that is.....before Pasquela peed on me......twice. She just gets a little nervous sometimes. So two showers and one load of laundry later, I was back to normal.

Things are still good in my class. Intermedio is the place to be these days. We have had so many people transfer in from the basic and advanced classes, although we aren't sure if its because of their comprehension levels or the promise of laughing and ridiculous behavior in Intermedio.

Today, after class was over at 3, we trekked to the Bella Vista neighborhood to visit one of the houses of Pablo Neruda (for those of you not familiar, he was a famous poet and social giant in Chile who won a Nobel Prize) and to climb the hill to San Cristobal which overlooks the city. The Neruda house was an attack on the sense which was amazing considering it had been looted after the "coup". He had two other house as well and it is known that the one in Isla Negra is even more exquisite. I plan to go there if I can find some time. He was an amazing poet and great political figure in Chile and was apparently the life of every party. There were more bars in the house than bedrooms. He was a collector of all things odd, including many paintings of sandias (watermelon) and he preferred for his dwellings to resemble boats on the water. You could spend hours even days and not discover all the little things unique to this place. Then on to San Cristobal which sits atop Chile and has the most magnificent view of the city of 6 million. The pictures speak for themselves.

Mi familia is still a highlight of my day and I hope to get a picture of us all together soon so everyone can meet them. My hostdad is very anxious to talk to ALL my family members on skype. He loves it.

Hasta Luego!

This one is for sister Susie. He had Fornasetti ALL over the place.
These eyes were on every beam that was low to warn you to duck your head.