Where is it? How much? What did you say?

So it turns out that people in Chile speak much faster that people in Mexico. I very seldom understand any question the first time it is asked, and sometimes even two or three repetitions are insufficient to make me understand. It´s like every person I speak to is driving a Ferrari and I´m stuck with a swaybacked horse and a buggy with a rusty, broken, and ungreased axle. I have been watching movies on tv in Spanish every night to help my listening comprehension, but so far I still only catch small pieces of conversations. Ah well.

It has rained now for the past 36 hours, at least. It´s not the type of rain that comes and goes, like Colorado, nor is it the constant drizzle of the pacific northwest. It´s intermittently pouring and gusting wind, or calm and drizzling. Yesterday I walked from my house into downtown Viña and just cruised around for about 1.5 hours, and by the time I returned home I was absolutely drenched (I was even a little wet under my waterproof jacket). It was good to get out of the house and get my bearings though. Next time, I will bring an umbrella.

I´m signing up for classes in about .5 hour, so I have to go. Hope all is well at home.

ya me voy
Andrew