Para? Paro

Another two weeks have passed and as always I am going to begin this blogpost with a reflection on the paradigm of time. I lack understanding of how each minute passes as if it was a decade yet I have catapulted forward weeks in time. I am in awe of how little I feel like I am doing but how much it accumulates to create an enormous sum.

Nothing tremendous has happened (my dear reader you will find that this is a common theme with me); I have spent the last two weeks drifting in and out of friends houses, trying to figure out if I have classes or not because the professors are on strike, going to parties, and doing my favorite thing: taking siestas and drinking mate. I truly feel like I am Argentine.

During this past weekend I went back to Chile (I know) for our long break. I went with Leah from Minnesota and Jordyn from New York. We spent the weekend roaming the colorful streets of Valparaiso and lounging on the beaches of Vina del Mar. I was witness to a potential street bomb; there was a suspicious bag left in the street so being who I am, I waited less than half a block away to watch the juggernaut disarm it. While I'm not sure if it was actually a bomb or not, there was a loud boom but no fire, make of it what you will.

Again, I am going to leave you with pictures because that is far easier for me and most likely more entertaining for you.

Besitos.