by Eileen | Feb 11, 2010 | Uncategorized
It’s not fair to compare Christchurch to anywhere-not fair to Christchurch and not fair to other places. That said, received, digested and ratified, there is an air of Seattle, or San Francisco, of Ushuaua, Argentina, of Stanley, Falkland Islands, of Reykjavik,...
by Eileen | Feb 9, 2010 | Uncategorized
I’m leaving my house in about two hours to head to the airport. Some many, many hours later, I will reappear out of the wormhole in Christchurch, New Zealand. Christchurch! New Zealand! I know, I’m as surprised as you are.One of the main events on this...
by Eileen | Feb 3, 2010 | Uncategorized
My coffee table is a jumble of desorden (disorderliness), cables and goretex and the occasional piece of paper with the word “cubrebotines” (shoe-covers, a biking thing) scribbled upon it. It is packing central, and it is the perfect metaphor for my brain,...
by Eileen | Feb 2, 2010 | Uncategorized
I spent last week at a friend’s house in Maitencillo, one of the northern most towns on the litoral central. I am finally starting to understand which town is where, a feat better managed by mortals with far better geographical memory than I have. In order for...
by Eileen | Jan 17, 2010 | Uncategorized
Chile is a democracy. That means that every four years, every single registered voter will get out to vote, or register their absence at a commisary (voting is compulsory here, unless you’re dying or more than 200 km away or over a certain age). It’s...
by Eileen | Jan 13, 2010 | Uncategorized
Sometimes you will invite people over to dinner, and during the course of the meal, you will unroll a giant, unweildy map you have on the country, and this will happen.And then, when you’re least expecting it, someone will call you on the phone, and say, hey,...
