There are many, many reasons why I am not one of the 9 most successful travel bloggers of the year. Mainly, I blame, you, the reader.
saaaaaaah! That’s what we say in Chile when we’re kidding, or when the last sentence spoken is not to be believed. You can also take your dominant hand and hold it like a gun, cock it slightly back towards the wrist and hold it a little under the lower lip. Not as loud, but just as effective. I should take a picture of this, but every time I do, I look like I’m flashing a gang sign, from what I can tell. At least I’m not curling my fingers into the initials of my crew. What crew, you may ask? Buen punto.
So, while I have been not becoming one of the most successful travel bloggers of the year, I have been eyeballs deep in a bunch of other stuff, and have been enjoying the heck out of my relationship with my Matador peeps, and they seem to like me, too. It’s a love fest, I tell you. Hey you, yes you! Don’t look all embarrassed, I’m gushing here! I’m actually curling my fingers into an elaborate M, and that makes if effing hard to type.
In other news, two articles to pimp:
In other, other news, my dear friends are to tie the knot the 30th of December, and we are all awash in ingredients and ideas and promises and memory cards and I hope I don’t do that thing where I repeat the Spanish to the English speakers while interpreting the ceremony. And goodness let time move slowly enough for the couple to have time to do what they need to do, and not so slowly as to make us all develop ulcers (as though that were not caused by h. Pylori, we keep this antiquated, uninformed medical inaccuracy).
And with that, I am leaving for sushi in my old neighborhood. Have I talked about the plague of sushi in Santiago? Sounds appetizing, cierto?