aiiiiiight im a tell yall somethen gooooooooooddddd

so i went out for dinner friday night with jen who is in my program and had some seriously amazing food and found a place to do yoga right above the yummy and beautiful vegetarian food restau in my hood.
which is cool.
had me some tofu for the first time since i got here, plus an amazing dinner, wine and tea plus yummy deserts...
then dragged my drunky butt home where i promptly went to bed awaiting a very early wake up call for a field trip with a class to Valparaìso.
i was awakened at about 4am by some very loud and drunken chileans, my roomates among them, who tromped up the stairs and proceeded to sing very loudly in spanish for like half an hour while i tossed and turned, fingers in my ears thinking... ojalà que ellos no canten màs...quiero que ellos no canten..espero que ellos dejen cantando pronto...
finally i marched my ass upstairs, where my absolutely drunk dishevelled and adorable chilean roomate maca spotted me and beamed in my direction, all the noise ceased for a moment while i began to explain in spanish that i had only two more hours to sleep and was contemplating murder and they needed to be less noisy...
then i tromped back down while they laughed and turned the music back up...finally fell back asleep only to be awakened by my alarm at 6am.
dragged my ass to the appropriate meeting place and collapsed on the floor amid similarly fucked up classmates...then got onto a bus where i plugged dreamland into the musicmaker and let robert miles help me drift off to sleep..
when i awoke i was in a strange world where houses were multicolored and stacked like boxes on foothills and everywhere stairs led up and down and in and around labyrinthean streets as i tried to accomplish the mission given by my prof who didnt even show but instead sent some other dude...
i was sposed to take pictures in black and white, but the place was so colorful i kept draggin my digital out to get color pics and losing track of my group as i traded digital for manual...found myself lost alone amid winding ruined staircases calling jen on my cell, one camera slung over my shoulder the other in my hand yelling over the phone, where are you, she would reply im not sure we climbed some stairs...oh claro claro...
old people driving by kept slowing down and saying Niña! cuidado! cause im walking around like i got a rob me sign or an i heart valpo tshirt with two cameras and a cell in these crazy deserted steep poverty ridden climes...
finally found my group, at one point another student was dispatched to rescue me..which i appreciated...after like three hours of wandering i noticed little blue arrows embedded in the sidewalk and realized my dumb ass kept gettin lost even though the whole damn group was following a guided tour through the city...who knew...
i never seem to know if things are just not as clearcut here or if its mostly that i barely speak the fuckin language...
but i think its a combo...i mean for this trip we didnt get any previous instructions except where to meet and bring a camera loaded with black and white...we had to pull themes from a hat (mine was lo simple y lo complejo) (i got that shit in the bag btw) upon arriving and ran around for like 5 hours with no potty or food stops...but the other students werent complaining so i eventually shut up...it prolly helped that this was the most otherworldly graffitified public artified labyrinthean colorful city i have ever seen...(pics on the way, and check the random album for pics on wall shots)
when i finally got on a bus home, and it was indeed the first time i refd santiago as home and i felt tired and hungry but warm and glowy too...
finally regresared a mi casa, where i ate a bunch of food, apologized to my roomate for threatening her life and she laughed and said it was actually pretty funny and offered me some ice cream...
then i went to bed. happy bed. amo a mi cama. tan felìz estoy acà.