The Days Are Just Packed
First things first, the title. I was never a great fan of comic books. Perhaps it was the fact I often never really understood in which order one was supposed to read the boxes, or maybe it was that I never really found them too funny. My brother, on the other hand, was a great fan. As far as I can remember he spent every morning of his middle school years reading the comics page in the Times. My dad saw this in him, and one Christmas my brother received multiple Calvin and Hobbes books. The title of one of those, ingrained in my mind after months of it sitting on our living room coffee table, reads: The Days Are Just Packed. Such is the way I have felt the past two weeks, and this, paired with the fact that he turns 15 this coming Friday, made it quite a fitting title.
It has been two weeks since my last post in which I said I would writing the following weekend. That obviously didn't happen (again if you've been keeping up), but as the title would explain, I was fairly busy. Let's get into it.
The view from the top of the previously pictured stairs. Gotta get that cardio.
That following Thursday Chile played Germany in a group stage game in the Confederations Cup. I was invited to Tercero Medio where choripan( a very short version of a hot dog) was enjoyed while we watched the game on a TV someone brought in to the class.
Thursday was a rainy day and if you are uninformed about what happens when it rains in Chile I will break it down. Very few people go to school, thus the teachers nor the administration want to teach something only to have to re-teach again when the whole class is present. This leads to the school day being cut short. As someone one from Seattle, a city known for its rain, I find this quite amusing. Class actually ended before the game started but most people stayed and the party was carried out nonetheless.
Friday some friends and I went to Playa Ancha, about a 20 minute micro ride from downtown Valparaíso.
Later that night I played a basketball game. We would go on to win 139-37.
It's not a great picture so you might not be able to read it well or at all, but I thought I should include it so the score I wrote seems credible. We are winning 83-15 with 2:29 remaining in the 3rd.
Saturday my family and I left to Santiago to celebrate Father's Day. We were a week late, but "más vale tarde que nunca" as the spanish saying goes.
We took a lesser-used road that had quite a good view of the Andes and surrounding valley, pictures will back this up.
We meet up with the rest of the extended family in a restaurant where we enjoyed a nice, late buffet lunch.
We spent the rest of the weekend and Monday, as it was some holiday, staying in one of my aunt's houses taking care of her 2 year old twins.
Tuesday I held what might be the last English taller (meaning workshop) alone. I usually do them with Mia, another student in my school from CIEE, but her parents were in Valparaíso so she was spending time with them. We might get one last meeting this coming Tuesday but this is no guarantee as technically all talleres are canceled.
Picture from a few weeks back when we had a fairly good showing.
This previous Thursday was my last at school. I went to my last taller de voleibol and played some ping pong as well.
The following day would be my last Friday at school. Afterwards I went to my last taller de fútbol and watched as the sun set on my last full week of school. I don't think that fact has really sunk in yet.
Directly following this I attended my last basketball game. We won 122-15.
I know this is an even worse picture than the last one but at least it is of the final game clock. I swear to God I'm not making this stuff up.
Saturday was spent buying the food for the barbeque I hosted today for the final of the Confederations Cup. Chile had beaten Portugal on PK's last Thursday to make it in.
The sign reads that the sale of alcohol is prohibited on Sunday due to the vote. Am I the only one that finds this funny?
Sunday, five of my friends came over to have the aforementioned barbeque. In typical Chilean fashion they were about an hour late, but it was all good as we still had about an hour before kickoff. We lit up the barbeque, although it did take a few tries, and cooked about five pounds of meat and chicken. We also had choripan. As fun as it was, the mood was quite a bit dampened when the final whistle was blown and Chile lost 1-0.
This coming week is my last at school. On Wednesday, the 5th of July, I leave Teresita de Lisieux for what might be forever. I have not liked every moment in TDL, in fact I haven't liked a lot of them, but as I said in my last post I've spent a lot of my time there, and I know without doubt that it will be hard to leave. I think this realization of how little time here remains has yet to hit me, but in the meantime I'm just going to try to make the days count, or perhaps as Bill Watterson would say: "keep 'em packed."
Until next time...NRH