Time trickles by, as if falling drop by drop from the smooth curve of an hourglass’ middle. Before it seems possible, there remains just a hint – time, sand, what you may – that must be stretched out; squeezed to surmount to all that was imagined.
Much like my last month in Santiago.
Looking back ten months to the anticipation, the questions and wonders and the excitement now provide answers.
What would become of this year-long journey?
Happiness, pain, romance, exhilaration, education…
A deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude. Because more than anything, embarking and completing a journey such as this proves that one can start with nothing more than dreams and hopes and end up with a rich, fulfilling life.
True that it will never turn out as expected and maybe even desired. But that’s the fun of it all – the most significant and potentially life-altering part.
My naïve and forever hopeless romantic side wanted and maybe even expected to fall madly, deeply in love with a Latin man. A year living in another country should yield something of the nature, shouldn’t it?
Alas, this didn’t come to be.
But what did come to be was a deep respect and growing knowledge of the person I am and am coming to be.
Boarding a plane alone and shuttling across a continent to embark upon a new life full of unknowns is not something I would have necessarily imagined for myself several years past. There’s a lot of faith that goes into a decision like that.
What if I don’t find friends? What if I can’t communicate with anyone due to language barriers? What if I’m not happy? What happens next … ?
But with a deep breath and a strong-rooted sense of faith in the simplicity of life as it should be, anything is possible.
I now know that I truly can do anything I want to. Anything. I am capable and have the world as I dream it in my hands.
While my dream now is torn in two – as I’m extremely tempted to stay longer in Chile – I know that whatever comes to be is as it should. My bank account dictates my next move (although I do realize that if I truly wanted to stay in Chile, I’d find a way).
What will come next? Hard to say.
One thing I can say for sure – dust will not be settling under my feet.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Se viene, se viene...
Se viene, se viene ...
What's coming, you may ask?
Everything, my friends, everything.
Life and everything in between.
First of all, my parents - beginning with my mom - are coming in just a week and a half. Second, I'm coming home. In December.
The queen of indecision has done it again!
No, I'm not going to Buenos Aires after my Santiago stint. I could play dumb and say it's because I have no money (that wouldn't be far from the truth) but really - I'm ready. Ready to come home.
My mind is already beginning to split time between thinking about my life here in Chile and daydreaming about being home and surrounded by all my loved ones... certainly not what should be happening but understandable a la vez (at the same time).
Hoever; this incredible phenomenon is in no way, shape, or form going to hinder my remaining time. I am here to enjoy; to breath in the fresh Santiago spring air; to laugh; to dance; to live.
What's coming, you may ask?
Everything, my friends, everything.
Life and everything in between.
First of all, my parents - beginning with my mom - are coming in just a week and a half. Second, I'm coming home. In December.
The queen of indecision has done it again!
No, I'm not going to Buenos Aires after my Santiago stint. I could play dumb and say it's because I have no money (that wouldn't be far from the truth) but really - I'm ready. Ready to come home.
My mind is already beginning to split time between thinking about my life here in Chile and daydreaming about being home and surrounded by all my loved ones... certainly not what should be happening but understandable a la vez (at the same time).
Hoever; this incredible phenomenon is in no way, shape, or form going to hinder my remaining time. I am here to enjoy; to breath in the fresh Santiago spring air; to laugh; to dance; to live.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
VIVA CHILE
Just another example of American culture gone awry:
Conversation groups at IOM are often an opportunity to shout out whatever phrases the students know; often gleaned from American popular culture.
Last Thursday afternoon, Alejandra (IOM’s high-school English teacher) walked into the sala de ingles and Alejandro (a sophomore) shouted, “What’s up nig*er??”
I immediately went over and firmly told him that nig*er is not a word one uses in their daily, monthly or yearly vocabulary.
Alejandro responded by saying, “But I hear it in my music all the time.”
He didn't have the context or background knowledge to know better. It makes me wonder how many other extranjeros have listened to rap songs and taken what they hear at face value...
Futbol (soccer) in South America is a religion. An addictive religion at that. Saturday night brought on the World Cup qualifying match for Chile. They took on and conquered Colombia 4-2.
Our friends Trish, Ben and Melissa live in Plaza Italia, which is at the heart of Santiago and the central meeting point for all post-victory futbol celebrations. We're talking thousands of people, enough to shut down traffic in all four directions as well as bring police in full riot gear to the scene.
After Chile sealed the deal, we took to Plaza Italia to join Chilean masses in singing, dancing, shouting, jumping and all 'round chaos. Not ten minutes after we became part of the hoard did we happen upon a reporter and his camera man. He was surrounded by a crowd of excitable, screaming futbol fans. As soon as he noticed me (perhaps because I am a gringa), he wheeled around on his heels and thrust the microphone in my face. After a momentary second of confusion (probably apparent in my face), I shouted, "Woooo! VIVA CHILE!"
I thought nothing more of the experience until I received a call about ten minutes later from a fellow profe de ingles at IOM, Fransisco, excitedly telling me he had just seen me on Mega, a Chilean television channel.
The night went on. We made new friends. Laughed a lot. The fun really began, however; when we left the plaza and went to Trish's first floor balcony that overlooks the plaza. Each time a group of guys went by, we started cheering. They would all look up in surprise, notice a group of young, fresh ladies and drop likes flies. We probably re-enacted Romeo and Juliet at least 100 times. I received hundreds of air kisses. And because we were a balcony up, I felt free to tease those boys as much as I pleased. A no-risk situation. It was quite hilarious.
At one point, a young man with a steel drum and attached symbol started playing in honor of us while his friends danced around. A crowd of about 40 gathered to watch and join in while we waved and alluringly beckoned to the group below.
Monday was a holiday here so we reveled in a three-day weekend. Today, Tuesday, I heard from probably a hundred different students that they saw me on TV. A group of about 15 sixth graders went running up to me exclaiming, "Miss!! (pronounced 'Meeee-s') You're famous!!"
Too funny. I told Alejandra about it and she said, "Ohhhh. What a gringa thing to say!"
VIVA CHILE!!!!
Conversation groups at IOM are often an opportunity to shout out whatever phrases the students know; often gleaned from American popular culture.
Last Thursday afternoon, Alejandra (IOM’s high-school English teacher) walked into the sala de ingles and Alejandro (a sophomore) shouted, “What’s up nig*er??”
I immediately went over and firmly told him that nig*er is not a word one uses in their daily, monthly or yearly vocabulary.
Alejandro responded by saying, “But I hear it in my music all the time.”
He didn't have the context or background knowledge to know better. It makes me wonder how many other extranjeros have listened to rap songs and taken what they hear at face value...
Futbol (soccer) in South America is a religion. An addictive religion at that. Saturday night brought on the World Cup qualifying match for Chile. They took on and conquered Colombia 4-2.
Our friends Trish, Ben and Melissa live in Plaza Italia, which is at the heart of Santiago and the central meeting point for all post-victory futbol celebrations. We're talking thousands of people, enough to shut down traffic in all four directions as well as bring police in full riot gear to the scene.
After Chile sealed the deal, we took to Plaza Italia to join Chilean masses in singing, dancing, shouting, jumping and all 'round chaos. Not ten minutes after we became part of the hoard did we happen upon a reporter and his camera man. He was surrounded by a crowd of excitable, screaming futbol fans. As soon as he noticed me (perhaps because I am a gringa), he wheeled around on his heels and thrust the microphone in my face. After a momentary second of confusion (probably apparent in my face), I shouted, "Woooo! VIVA CHILE!"
I thought nothing more of the experience until I received a call about ten minutes later from a fellow profe de ingles at IOM, Fransisco, excitedly telling me he had just seen me on Mega, a Chilean television channel.
The night went on. We made new friends. Laughed a lot. The fun really began, however; when we left the plaza and went to Trish's first floor balcony that overlooks the plaza. Each time a group of guys went by, we started cheering. They would all look up in surprise, notice a group of young, fresh ladies and drop likes flies. We probably re-enacted Romeo and Juliet at least 100 times. I received hundreds of air kisses. And because we were a balcony up, I felt free to tease those boys as much as I pleased. A no-risk situation. It was quite hilarious.
At one point, a young man with a steel drum and attached symbol started playing in honor of us while his friends danced around. A crowd of about 40 gathered to watch and join in while we waved and alluringly beckoned to the group below.
Monday was a holiday here so we reveled in a three-day weekend. Today, Tuesday, I heard from probably a hundred different students that they saw me on TV. A group of about 15 sixth graders went running up to me exclaiming, "Miss!! (pronounced 'Meeee-s') You're famous!!"
Too funny. I told Alejandra about it and she said, "Ohhhh. What a gringa thing to say!"
VIVA CHILE!!!!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Salado
Salty in Spanish is "salado".
When my students ask if something is salty or state their food preferences, they say, "I like salad foods." or "Is that salad?"
It´s too precious.
Guess what Stephanie and I are up to today?
RODEO. REAL CHILEAN RODEO.
En serio. We are actually taking part in the real deal. I never thought the day would come and never even had an interest in taking part in something so... savage. But, alas the opportunity has presented itself after several months of rodeo lessons. And I want to try everything once. So... here we go.
Not to mention, Chilean rodeo actually is a lot less brutal than rodeo in other countries. The cows aren´t tied up and dragged by their hind-legs with rope. They don´t fight till their death nor till they are fatally injured.
Instead they are herded around a medialuna (Chilean arena) by two riders and strategically pushed into a bumper. The riders earn points depending on where the cow makes contact with the padded barrier.
Fin de semana!
This weekend we are headed to Lago Rapel. It´s Alessandra (from Brazil) and Omar (from Mexico)´s birthdays and we are celebrating by renting a house on a lake about an hour from Santiago. The weather is finally tranforming from winter to summer (there is no fall nor spring in Chile) and we are ready to enjoy it outside. The house supposedly has a pool and volleyball net. I predict bathing suits, BBQs, laughter and fun in the sun.
There is also a costume party on Saturday night. Anyone famous. My clan is dressing up as characters from the boardgame Clue. Do I want to be Miss Scarlet? Or perharps Colonel Mustard? Ohhh the possibilities...
All in all ... it looks to be a good weekend. I hope yours is the same.
When my students ask if something is salty or state their food preferences, they say, "I like salad foods." or "Is that salad?"
It´s too precious.
Guess what Stephanie and I are up to today?
RODEO. REAL CHILEAN RODEO.
En serio. We are actually taking part in the real deal. I never thought the day would come and never even had an interest in taking part in something so... savage. But, alas the opportunity has presented itself after several months of rodeo lessons. And I want to try everything once. So... here we go.
Not to mention, Chilean rodeo actually is a lot less brutal than rodeo in other countries. The cows aren´t tied up and dragged by their hind-legs with rope. They don´t fight till their death nor till they are fatally injured.
Instead they are herded around a medialuna (Chilean arena) by two riders and strategically pushed into a bumper. The riders earn points depending on where the cow makes contact with the padded barrier.
Fin de semana!
This weekend we are headed to Lago Rapel. It´s Alessandra (from Brazil) and Omar (from Mexico)´s birthdays and we are celebrating by renting a house on a lake about an hour from Santiago. The weather is finally tranforming from winter to summer (there is no fall nor spring in Chile) and we are ready to enjoy it outside. The house supposedly has a pool and volleyball net. I predict bathing suits, BBQs, laughter and fun in the sun.
There is also a costume party on Saturday night. Anyone famous. My clan is dressing up as characters from the boardgame Clue. Do I want to be Miss Scarlet? Or perharps Colonel Mustard? Ohhh the possibilities...
All in all ... it looks to be a good weekend. I hope yours is the same.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
And once again...
My plans have changed.
Two of my dearest friends, Cassie and Brian, from when I lived in España, just moved to Buenos Aires. So close ... just a twenty hour bus ride or a two hour flight away from Santiago. So close, in fact, that I´m thinking very seriously about moving there for a few months when my contract ends in Chile.
I´m young -- 22 years old. I´m coming back to the States to work seriously and work hard. Returning in March versus December isn´t going to make a significant difference in the long run. Yes, I might have to work a little harder when I get back to get my finances in order. But while I´m here in South America, I should aprovechar to the máximo. After all, who knows when I´ll be back...
I´m laughing right now.
Just a month ago, I wrote that I was definitively ready to come back in December and settle down. What a contradiction and ever-changing stream of emotions I am. As December approaches (really only two or so months until I finish at IOM), I shudder and cringe at the thought of ending this journey down here. I´m ready for a new adventure -- but that doesn´t mean I´m ready to end this chapter in Sudamérica.
The 18th of September brought chaos and hoopla to Chile. Independence Day. A week-long celebration involving copious amounts of food, drink and music.
Stephanie and I took the opportunity to travel to Buenos Aires for five days and return in time for the rowdy weekend festivities. It just so happened that Brian (friend from Spain) had moved to BA three days before.
Buenos Aires is entirely and completely different from Santiago. Santiago is real. Buenos Aires is like a grand setting of a fairy-tale book. Ancient, towering buildings line the streets. Tango shows on nearly every street corner. The smells of parillas full of every meat imaginable wafting from the restaurants that fill the city. The hustle and bustle of posh, European-esque people en route to their next appointment.
It´s grand, indeed.
We also went to Colonia, a tiny coast town in Uruguay for a memorable day trip. Colonia, the oldest city in Uruguay, was founded in 1680 by Portugal. The historic quarter is a World Heritage Site and boasts structures dating back to 1695 (Iglesia Matriz). The sun was smiling on us when we went and the tranquil pause to the hub-bub of Buenos Aires was a welcome break.
Two of my dearest friends, Cassie and Brian, from when I lived in España, just moved to Buenos Aires. So close ... just a twenty hour bus ride or a two hour flight away from Santiago. So close, in fact, that I´m thinking very seriously about moving there for a few months when my contract ends in Chile.
I´m young -- 22 years old. I´m coming back to the States to work seriously and work hard. Returning in March versus December isn´t going to make a significant difference in the long run. Yes, I might have to work a little harder when I get back to get my finances in order. But while I´m here in South America, I should aprovechar to the máximo. After all, who knows when I´ll be back...
I´m laughing right now.
Just a month ago, I wrote that I was definitively ready to come back in December and settle down. What a contradiction and ever-changing stream of emotions I am. As December approaches (really only two or so months until I finish at IOM), I shudder and cringe at the thought of ending this journey down here. I´m ready for a new adventure -- but that doesn´t mean I´m ready to end this chapter in Sudamérica.
The 18th of September brought chaos and hoopla to Chile. Independence Day. A week-long celebration involving copious amounts of food, drink and music.
Stephanie and I took the opportunity to travel to Buenos Aires for five days and return in time for the rowdy weekend festivities. It just so happened that Brian (friend from Spain) had moved to BA three days before.
Buenos Aires is entirely and completely different from Santiago. Santiago is real. Buenos Aires is like a grand setting of a fairy-tale book. Ancient, towering buildings line the streets. Tango shows on nearly every street corner. The smells of parillas full of every meat imaginable wafting from the restaurants that fill the city. The hustle and bustle of posh, European-esque people en route to their next appointment.
It´s grand, indeed.
We also went to Colonia, a tiny coast town in Uruguay for a memorable day trip. Colonia, the oldest city in Uruguay, was founded in 1680 by Portugal. The historic quarter is a World Heritage Site and boasts structures dating back to 1695 (Iglesia Matriz). The sun was smiling on us when we went and the tranquil pause to the hub-bub of Buenos Aires was a welcome break.
Buenos Aires = tango.
Buenos Aires = exploring green spots.
Buenos Aires = the best meat in the world.
Buenos Aires = Recoleta cemetary.
Buenos Aires = a port city.
Colonia = tranquilidad.
Colonia = enjoying the serenity of nature.
Colonia = small town-folk charm.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
A place I can hang my hat
There are many different ways to live life depending on who you talk to.
Some opt for a secure job, a home with a two-car garage and a family while others fervently argue that to truly live one must go beyond the expected societal norm and out into the vast expanse of the world. Neither is wrong and neither is right.
However, the people who elect one lifestyle over the other typically feel strongly about their choice. Some for necessity, some in the name of what is expected and many just because they can't imagine life any other way.
The grand majority of the people I've met on this South American adventure are openly disgusted with the idea of settling down. Soccer moms -- don't even think about it. PTA -- not a chance. Buying a house -- what kind of tontería is that?
But is it possible to be neither? Or both?
I'm living with an ultimatum. I leave Santiago in four months. In the meantime, our walls will remain bare. Our kitchen will never be fully stocked. I'll have to say goodbye indefinitely to my Chilean friends in December. Life is temporary. Transitory.
This experience makes me realize that I want something permanent. A place I can hang my hat. I want to buy a Seattle condo. I want roots.
I wouldn't have known this about myself unless I had embarked upon this journey. I would have spent life yearning for the unknown; the draw of living in a world so unlike your own you can't even imagine. And I've been there. It's exhilerating, refreshing, exciting, hard at times but oh-so-worth it. Situations like these teach you the most about yourself. And often surprising realizations.
So while I still haven't decided exactly if I'm ready to settle down, I know for a fact that I'm ready to put together my adult life. If you had asked me that six months ago, I wouldn't have been able to give you an answer.
Thanks Santiago. XX Bree
Some opt for a secure job, a home with a two-car garage and a family while others fervently argue that to truly live one must go beyond the expected societal norm and out into the vast expanse of the world. Neither is wrong and neither is right.
However, the people who elect one lifestyle over the other typically feel strongly about their choice. Some for necessity, some in the name of what is expected and many just because they can't imagine life any other way.
The grand majority of the people I've met on this South American adventure are openly disgusted with the idea of settling down. Soccer moms -- don't even think about it. PTA -- not a chance. Buying a house -- what kind of tontería is that?
But is it possible to be neither? Or both?
I'm living with an ultimatum. I leave Santiago in four months. In the meantime, our walls will remain bare. Our kitchen will never be fully stocked. I'll have to say goodbye indefinitely to my Chilean friends in December. Life is temporary. Transitory.
This experience makes me realize that I want something permanent. A place I can hang my hat. I want to buy a Seattle condo. I want roots.
I wouldn't have known this about myself unless I had embarked upon this journey. I would have spent life yearning for the unknown; the draw of living in a world so unlike your own you can't even imagine. And I've been there. It's exhilerating, refreshing, exciting, hard at times but oh-so-worth it. Situations like these teach you the most about yourself. And often surprising realizations.
So while I still haven't decided exactly if I'm ready to settle down, I know for a fact that I'm ready to put together my adult life. If you had asked me that six months ago, I wouldn't have been able to give you an answer.
Thanks Santiago. XX Bree
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
... December ... what then??
Why is it that as human beings we are always looking towards the future?
Now that I’ve bought my ticket home (Dec. 23 in Vancouver, B.C. at 10:30 AM), thoughts of Seattle, my family and friends are constantly sneaking into the peripheries of my mind. Where will I work? Where will I live? What hobbies will I pick up? Will it be an easy transition? Por favor, para (stop)! I’m very much looking forward to heading home but also want to fully enjoy my last four months here.
A quick plug: if you are aware of any job opportunities in Seattle (or elsewhere for that matter), I would be VERY grateful if you passed along that information. My e-mail is breanna_bart@yahoo.com. I have a BA in Communication, emphasis in Public Relations and am especially passionate about international education and communication. I am nervous to head home and pray that I find a job without too much difficulty, as I still hear horror stories of the job market. I will also be contacting many of you to ask for tips, advice, wisdom and suggestions. Thanks in advance for your help!
On a new endeavor…
I’m picking up a new hobby and am oh so excited about it. Our apartment doesn’t have internet or television and I’m running out of books to devour.
So… I’m going to teach myself to play the guitar! This effort won’t be entirely on my own – I have several friends here that play and the music teacher, Javier, at IOM also said he would help. They have an incredible deal at a music store near my apartment – a starter guitar, a case, two packs of strings and picks for $30,000 CP or about $60 US. I realize that the guitar probably won’t be top-quality but considering that I’m just starting and also that I make less than $600 US a month, it will have to do.
I’m going tomorrow to get the guitar. Yippeeee!
On the debates…
We were eliminated today, Tuesday August 18. Hahah, said with such finality. We made it to the second round and although we were quickly cut today (my team read from their notes too much), I am very proud of what they accomplished. Thinking back to myself in high-school and my level of Spanish, I never would have been able to complete a 3 minute spontaneous dialogue about a technical topic.
Here are some pictures of them:
My team and me
Practicing before their turn
Up at the podium
The debate room layout
Being silly at La Moneda after the debates finished
On Pianorquestra…
We went to the most amazing show two Saturdays ago. One piano, ten hands. Pianorquestra is a group from Brazil. Here's a blurb about them, "Created and directed by Claudio Dauelsberg, the group explores ethnic elements and Brazilian roots in a wonderful new way. They move easily from classical to popular, from Brazilian contemporary composers such as Villa-Lobos, Claudio Santoro, and Milton Nascimento, to rhythms such as samba, coco, maracatu, and ciranda. Claudio Dauelsberg, Gisele Sant’Ana, Masako Tanaka, Marina Spoladore, and Maíra Freitas explore the inside and the bottom of the piano box, inserting objects with different weights and densities—pieces of wood, metal, and rubber—on the strings, and using drumsticks to obtain percussive effects. The timbres range according to the density, weight, and texture of the objects, especially built for obtaining the desired sonorities." (Found at http://www.coastaljazz.ca/concert/pianorquestra).
On friends…
Instead of describing my amazing friends here, I’ll show you a few through pictures. The first is Jacqueline and me. Jacqueline went to Prince Edward Island University in East Coast Canada (random coincidence that Gigi also went there). She is going to be one of my guitar teachers and was also who inspired me to pick it up.
This is Esteban doing what he does best ... cook for us. We are always happy campers. 
Esteban, me and Steph .... two of my best friends here.
All in all, life sigue (continues) in fast forward. It’s hard to believe that August is more than half –way over. Life is good here – full of friends, work, happiness and rainy weather (reminds me of home!). I wish all of you an amazing last bit of summer … soak up that sunshine for me!
Now that I’ve bought my ticket home (Dec. 23 in Vancouver, B.C. at 10:30 AM), thoughts of Seattle, my family and friends are constantly sneaking into the peripheries of my mind. Where will I work? Where will I live? What hobbies will I pick up? Will it be an easy transition? Por favor, para (stop)! I’m very much looking forward to heading home but also want to fully enjoy my last four months here.
A quick plug: if you are aware of any job opportunities in Seattle (or elsewhere for that matter), I would be VERY grateful if you passed along that information. My e-mail is breanna_bart@yahoo.com. I have a BA in Communication, emphasis in Public Relations and am especially passionate about international education and communication. I am nervous to head home and pray that I find a job without too much difficulty, as I still hear horror stories of the job market. I will also be contacting many of you to ask for tips, advice, wisdom and suggestions. Thanks in advance for your help!
On a new endeavor…
I’m picking up a new hobby and am oh so excited about it. Our apartment doesn’t have internet or television and I’m running out of books to devour.
So… I’m going to teach myself to play the guitar! This effort won’t be entirely on my own – I have several friends here that play and the music teacher, Javier, at IOM also said he would help. They have an incredible deal at a music store near my apartment – a starter guitar, a case, two packs of strings and picks for $30,000 CP or about $60 US. I realize that the guitar probably won’t be top-quality but considering that I’m just starting and also that I make less than $600 US a month, it will have to do.
I’m going tomorrow to get the guitar. Yippeeee!
On the debates…
We were eliminated today, Tuesday August 18. Hahah, said with such finality. We made it to the second round and although we were quickly cut today (my team read from their notes too much), I am very proud of what they accomplished. Thinking back to myself in high-school and my level of Spanish, I never would have been able to complete a 3 minute spontaneous dialogue about a technical topic.
Here are some pictures of them:
My team and me
Practicing before their turn
Up at the podium
The debate room layout
Being silly at La Moneda after the debates finished
On Pianorquestra…
We went to the most amazing show two Saturdays ago. One piano, ten hands. Pianorquestra is a group from Brazil. Here's a blurb about them, "Created and directed by Claudio Dauelsberg, the group explores ethnic elements and Brazilian roots in a wonderful new way. They move easily from classical to popular, from Brazilian contemporary composers such as Villa-Lobos, Claudio Santoro, and Milton Nascimento, to rhythms such as samba, coco, maracatu, and ciranda. Claudio Dauelsberg, Gisele Sant’Ana, Masako Tanaka, Marina Spoladore, and Maíra Freitas explore the inside and the bottom of the piano box, inserting objects with different weights and densities—pieces of wood, metal, and rubber—on the strings, and using drumsticks to obtain percussive effects. The timbres range according to the density, weight, and texture of the objects, especially built for obtaining the desired sonorities." (Found at http://www.coastaljazz.ca/concert/pianorquestra).
On friends…
Instead of describing my amazing friends here, I’ll show you a few through pictures. The first is Jacqueline and me. Jacqueline went to Prince Edward Island University in East Coast Canada (random coincidence that Gigi also went there). She is going to be one of my guitar teachers and was also who inspired me to pick it up.
Esteban, me and Steph .... two of my best friends here.All in all, life sigue (continues) in fast forward. It’s hard to believe that August is more than half –way over. Life is good here – full of friends, work, happiness and rainy weather (reminds me of home!). I wish all of you an amazing last bit of summer … soak up that sunshine for me!
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