But hold on, how did I even get here? Lets rewind.
It all started at the Buffalo Airport where all the girls and I were cheesin’ real hard. I think it’s safe to say we were all decently excited. If you’ve never been on a plane for 10 hours straight, you are actually very lucky because it is surprisingly not the most comfortable experience I’ve ever had. Shocking, I know. The thing is, I just know that when I fall asleep my mouth is going to hang open and I’m going to start drooling and I’d rather not do that in front of a ton of people. In any case, I made it and here we are.
After we all made it through customs and hopped in a couple vans, we were dropped off at our host families homes. Here’s the thing, I don’t speak ANY Spanish. My roomate Rachel doesn't speak ANY Spanish. And my host family doesn’t speak ANY English. That’s right, we can’t communicate with each other. So we are basically playing charades and talking really slowly while the other person watches with a blank face. But hang on, there is an up side! Being forced to find ways to effectively communicate with others in Chile has pushed me out of my comfort zone and every day, I learn something new and it gets easier. I like the challenge. I want to learn. If only we took the time to understand everyone in our typical day to day lives like that.
Will I find beauty? Already have.
For more thoughts and adventures, stay tuned.