Chile and the stupid things I need in my life.

I'm effing sleepy. But it's saturday, I have to write. Well. Today is the fourth day that I'm Chile, and i could talk about it all night long, but I have just one hour of music as a limit because tomorrow I have to go back to the beach (first (more like third) world problems and stuff) 
 
If you are long time in a place you start to develop something like a routine, which is only meant for your body to adapt to the new environment. And that's when you realize some little things, that every time that you think of them, you remember that you are not in the usual place, even if you feel at home. And here I mention some particular stuff I found in Chile:

Temperature: 
  Wow, there is nothing more beautiful than the temperature thing. Going from living in a place where it's usually 40°C to one where it has 30°C as the highest temperature, is an orgasmic sensation I can only compare it to eat chocolate when you're sad, or leaving school early i guess. It is like freedom when you go from being in an environment where you can touch the air because of the moisture density, to one where the wind blows cool and pleasant all the time, and that even makes you want to get a coat (I wear my poncho everywhere <3)  I'm gonna miss to cover myself with blankets for the night and not getting cooked over low heat.

The accent: 
  It's a love-hate thing. Sometimes I can not stand to hear them say certain words so badly. Anyway I have to admit that it is sticky, and also it's the easiest way for everyone to understand you after all. Their accent has nothing in particular besides being annoying, but  it just caught my attention. Anyway I have it easy, even if it costs me to understand them sometimes it's still Spanish.


The Change:
  I'm really stingy with the money, way too much. Therefore, the first thing I did in here was to learn the change. I learned that if you buy Chilean pesos at an exchange house , you'll get a 1-45 ratio ( one Argentine peso equals 45 pesos) and if you pay by card istead, you obtain a 1-80 ratio.  Basically, if you buy with cash ( Argentine pesos exchanged at exchange house ) you are retarded and Chile becomes a place where only the Chileans and the people with dolars could live. If you use card, Chile is a fairly habitable place for an Argentinian. And of course, the only reason we have such a bad ratio is because ALL IS COMING DOWN in Argentina, the market is close for the outside and we can't buy dollars. It's frustrating that the coin thatprotects you is worth anything.

Kindness:
  Where I live the thives govern law. If you see a group of these particular humans that you don't know why the hell did they come to the earth approaching you on the street, you better pray for them to not do anything to you or for them to take your phone and anything else. I preffer to run tho.
Here, those tasteless animals with bad hair cuts, sports clothing and joint smell do not exist. And I blame myself for being such a bad person, and I blame society for raising me prejuzgador, the truth is that we go through soe really poor neighborhoods (where I was trembig of fear), but nothing ever happended. I could just leave my camera hanging around my neck without worrying that someone may threaten me to take it. Security is quite clear and is everywhere, even in the friendliness of the people. People in Argentina that I thought they won't do anything while walkting lost down the street, in here they would help you out and with a smile give you more information than requested. Point to Chile for its chilean kindness.

Fruit:
  I had no idea of the amount of fruit that you could put in the same glass of juice. Close to beach you can go to a fair where there is a stand of fruit juice (crowded.). Inside they have a board with all the fruit they have. I did not count, but I'm sure I know just only 60%. Papaya, guayaba, chirimolla, betarraba, curao, their names look familiar but I had never tasted them. It was funy to play with the person serving you to " lets see how much can I confuse you with names you dont understand and youare not sure if they are fruits or not". I liked the Chirimolla.

Anyway, that kind of stuff caught my attention and led me to think that I'll have to the little things I'll have to get used in Japan. Early breakfast, go to school most of the day, the funny accent of japanese people, the quiet people and the obvious looks because of been a foreigner. Also eating fish very often. Oh the ofuros,  OH GOD THE OFUROS *rushes away* .

And so, I'm still waiting, less than two months left. 

I gave up on studying history, and I'm not sure how will I do to study another 5 subjects in 2 weeks ... the fact that today I will brought a book to the beach insted of  history notes is not good at all, but maan what a great book.

And that it, my desire to leave is so high that days pass quickly as fuck (which is good and bad, since I don't have a lot of time to spend with those I love...)


Photo of the week (not demostrative enough) (will post when I get home)