the coriolis effect

Last night went out for a drink (ie, virgin daquiri and I can´t spell dacquiri) with a friend of the girl with whom I went to the asado- a whole three hours talking in Spanish (and gesticulating frantically at times). He was nice, if really caught up in politics, and not the greatest sense of direction...rushing to meet with Dan the pre-frosh at the movie theater, I took the lead (having spent many hours poring over the most wonderful minimap book in the world recently). El hombre sin pasado....the Finnish film Man Without a Past, which was good even though we missed the first 15 minutes. The three of us wandered back towards plaza nunoa, nearly stalked some gringos (a donde VAhmos), feeling smugly incognito.

Today went to a parcela belonging to some relatives, and celebrated Sebas brithday with the family. The land was really pretty, a mini hill, a little lake, and the house. The gathering felt a lot like one on my moms side, with a lot of relatives, whose relation to each other I never quite got, and who all spoke in spanish:-) But it was nice- more cousins my age then at home. the only bad part was trying to pass a truck in a mountain road in the dark on the way home...