by Eileen | Jul 27, 2011 | Uncategorized
If you are from Concepción, you are a penquista. Which makes it sound like you’re from Penco, which you’re not, but you used to be. At least you’re not from penca, which means (roughly) lame, though it is also a kind of thistle which makes a nice,...
by Eileen | Jul 25, 2011 | Uncategorized
I grew up in NY and went to college in New England. That’s about 21 winters of sloppy, gloppy, slushy puddles and stained cuffs and wet shoes and freezing socks. And though I’ve now spent nearly half my life mostly outside the reach of winter’s...
by Eileen | Jul 22, 2011 | Uncategorized
Where we resume talk of the recent roadtrip. After waking up not once, but twice in Curanipe, we finally headed out into our day. We went back through Pelluhue, where it looks like we might have found better housing and then, having picked up a Germán, a senior in...
by Eileen | Jul 20, 2011 | Uncategorized
They didn’t tell me there would be cows in salt ponds. Oh! What I might have missed. On a recent trip to the coastal (and later, mountain) regions of Región de Maule and BíoBío here in Chile, during which we experienced a kind of dubious signage (photo evidence...
by Eileen | Jul 14, 2011 | Uncategorized
I jumped out of bed and ran down the tilted-too-far-forward stairs, threw on some shoes and trotted first out the small, gated courtyard and then, when I saw no one, farther down the street. A siren had woken me from my bizarre dreams about a high school boyfriend and...
by Eileen | Jul 5, 2011 | Uncategorized
No sabe para donde va la micro, said the short guy to the taller one. I know this because I was sitting in my living room, listening to their conversation, and they were standing on my balcony. I don’t know these guys, yet I know more about them than I ever...
