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He forgot his raisins and other Chilean mysteries

Yesterday in my mock yoga (is that moga?) class, the profe didn’t finish the balance portion, because we ran out of music. Everyone started joking around with him (except me, executing a perfect (to my mind) left-footed aeroplano so I wouldn’t feel all...

Hueón! ¿ya dejaste de fumar?

Chile has all the indicators to make it a healthy country. Wide open spaces, good economic growth, excellent access to technology, a strong agricultural market, and good infrastructure. (indicators chosen by me). The people here should be healthy. They should be hale...

My name is not Señora Barbara

Whenever I hear someone shout “Señora Barbara,” I know it’s my turn. It’s my turn to go sit in the box for my hora, which is usually approximately 13 minutes. You may ask yourself, “Why Barbara?” I ask myself the same thing. It’s not a name that I have a great love...

It’s a dog’s life

I’ve always wanted to write a sweet little sympathetic entry about the fun furry four-legged creatures that populate the street here in Santiago. Dogs are pretty much everywhere. For example, there’s Fred (that’s what I call him) a kind of black...