Thoughts from Cienfuegos
Cienfuegos is the name of a street not too far from where I live, which has the cheapest Internet cafe I have found in Chile on it. And though the place is still dirty, they seem to have upgraded since the last time I deigned to come here, pre-internet in the cassus summerlessyearicus.
And what I can tell you about today is that I wrote a terribly passive-agressive memo to the teachers about book selection today, and gave it to my boss, who just looked at me. I sulkily went back to my desk and hammered out a cute and positive one, which was duly distributed. But I am officially irked with their lack of response. Enough.
I wore my new yoga pants to yoga today, and instead of focusing on how out of shape and squishy I feel at the gym, I spent time noticing how strong and cut my back is. Have you guys ever noticed that? I had never. I guess that positive self-talk did me good, because I´m feeling much better than when I first went over to the gym. The dead time in the afternoon between work and when Iike to work out becomes a timesuck. Did laundry though. And got such a warm welcome from a number of gym buddies that I almost cried. I have a good gym buddy named Rocio, a tiny slip of a thing, with a huge personality and a very unique outlook on life. We even emailed while I was away. Yay! Friends!
My new yoga pants smelled like chocolate, or so I noticed when I was stretching my hamstrings. I brought a ton of scharffenberger chocolate back to Chile, with plans to make brownies, which I actually really don't like. But tomorrow is a gringa's birthday, so perhaps there will be brownies. Though she's a pizzahut kinda girl, so I'm sure brownies from a box would suit her just fine.
And one more unrelated note, which is that apparently Chile is spending hard-earned taxpayer money on going ghetto fabulous. The Centro de Atención de Identidad (essentially the passport office) on Moneda and Almirante Gotuzzo has a bluelight behind the sign. Like the ones that people who have pimped their ride (I totally owe the internet for knowing what the hell that means) have either behind their license plate or under their cars to make the thing look like it hovers. I remember seeing them alot on Miami Beach a million years ago when I spent NYE there. At any rate, Chile is pimping its official offices, apparently, with the laser blue hover light behind the signs. I'm hoping the next move is to gold plate the boots of the guards that stand outside the Moneda (presidential palace), or at least give their rifles some bling.
Chao pescao.