I’m back in Santiago after two days in cold, windy Algarrobo. (Winter has definitely arrived in Chile.) We did our ISP presentations, all of which went really well, and then hung out and reflected and had a final dinner and basically said goodbye. I’m pretty much just ignoring the fact that the program is over right now — I think it’ll all probably hit me when I head to the airport tomorrow. I’ve said goodbye to Casa SIT, taken my last metro ride, bought my last fresh bread and avocado from the little supermarket three buildings over. My bags are almost packed (and not too heavy, hopefully).
I’ve been going back and forth on whether I’m actually ready for it to be over. On the one hand, I want to go home and see my family, enjoy the 80ºF weather, get on with my summer, etc. etc. On the other hand, I really really really really really don’t want this semester to end. I can’t even really explain why, but it’s been so amazing, and I’m going to miss everyone involved with this program so much.
I can’t figure out anything else to say that will be comprehensible to anyone who wasn’t on this program, so here’s a song we sang at least a dozen times in our Spanish class, way back when we were just starting out:
- cell phone with full keyboard and unlimited texting
- buildings with central heating
- summer weather, so it doesn’t really matter whether the buildings have central heating or not
- peanut butter
- different kinds of cheese
- the ability to watch stuff on Hulu
- thousands of people who are phonologically capable of pronouncing my name correctly
- not living with a cat who doesn’t like me very much (and to whom I am allergic)
- clean clothes that come out of the dryer soft and warm after an hour, instead of coming off a drying rack freezing cold and stiff after three days
- being able to understand the people I’m living with when they speak, or at least being able to immediately recognize what words they said
- In N’ Out
…yeah, I think I’m ready to go home now.
(Please imagine the above photo with a soft golden light shining down on it from the heavens, and a chorus of angels singing in the background.)
And that, my friends, is what a finished ISP looks like!
Getting this thing put together was quite the journey, but I’m glad I did it. All I have left now is my oral presentation, which shouldn’t be too difficult to put together — I know my research inside and out, and after three months of living in Latin America, I’m going to have no trouble babbling about it in Spanish for fifteen minutes. The hardest part is going to be changing the language of each text box in my Powerpoint to Spanish. (No, but seriously. Dear Microsoft, why the heck isn’t it possible to change the language for an entire presentation all at once? Why make it so that you have to change each individual text box one at a time? You suck.)
I’ll post something about the end of the ISP period in a few days, when I’ve had a chance to breathe. For now, though, I’m off to hang out with my chicas, and enjoy the rest of our time here in Santiago!
I’m back in Santiago! It was really difficult to leave Buenos Aires — especially emotionally, but also physically, because Ezeiza Airport is laid out in a really really confusing way. Trying to find my gate felt like wandering through some mid-level circle of hell, with all the closed stores and random check-in desks I didn’t understand and signs that didn’t really point where you were actually supposed to go. It was very odd. And then they didn’t do a normal boarding process, just skipped right from “we’re going to pre-board families with small children” to “this is the final boarding call!” And then the gate was really far away from where the plane actually was, so they took us on a little bus thing. All in all, a strange and somewhat unpleasant airport experience.
But I got to Santiago just fine! I’m generally happy to be back, especially since it means I get to see all the chicas again, but I’m slightly annoyed that I can’t use my Argentinian accent anymore. (I mean, I could, but I think I’d get a lot of weird looks.) It’s so much more fun than a Chilean accent — and it comes way more naturally to me, since I had a good friend in my high school Spanish classes who used it. Oh well.
I refuse to believe I have less than two weeks left in South America. It’s just not acceptable. I reject your reality and substitute my own, where June 11th is at least another month away, and I can just hang out with my program-mates the whole time! So there!
…sorry. I’m really tired, and really need to finish the rest of my ISP. I’m going to end this post now.