We stayed in a nice hostel in Santiago. The guy who ran the place reminded me of a young Rupert from Survivor. We arrived at 8:30 pm, and immediately went in search of some pesos. All the banks were closed of course, so we were back by 9:30. One of the other backpackers let us in when we rang the bell, and I guess the guy who runs the hostel didn't know we were back, and woke up repeatedly through the night worried about why we weren't back, and if he should call...

Hola!! My Spanish is terrible- I keep lapsing into French, which I know about as well as Sierra knows Spanish. I think of something astute to say, then realize that it's French, not Spanish. So I just smile, and ask Sierra to say what I was thinking. You all know how much I like casual conversation with strangers, (gee, I wonder where I get that from?...) so it's weird being primarily silent in public!! Well a lot has happened since the last time I posted here. ...