Wednesday, October 01, 2003
Sunset last night was amazing. It was dusky rose mixed with blue on top, graduating to coral and becoming a brilliant salmon pink- orange on the bottom. I was in Las Condes, and the colors reflected off the glass office high-rises, softening everything. Then the upper hues were fractured by the clouds, turning everything coral-y orange and textured.
But then I had to go inside for the presentation of Bicentenario Chile´s new magazine edition.
Upon returning to the house, I met another Peter, this one British born, who had arrived in Chile via Canada and Jamaica and was now in our yard trying to mate the German Shephards. He was shocked to hear someone speak English (a little less so when he realized I wasn´t actually Chilean). So we criticized Bush and I exposed my total ignorance of libertarian politics while the two dogs wheeled in a conjoined circle in front us. When they finally separated and bounded off, Paula squealed, "its true love!".
At the very least, they still appeared on nuzzling terms this morning.
But then I had to go inside for the presentation of Bicentenario Chile´s new magazine edition.
Upon returning to the house, I met another Peter, this one British born, who had arrived in Chile via Canada and Jamaica and was now in our yard trying to mate the German Shephards. He was shocked to hear someone speak English (a little less so when he realized I wasn´t actually Chilean). So we criticized Bush and I exposed my total ignorance of libertarian politics while the two dogs wheeled in a conjoined circle in front us. When they finally separated and bounded off, Paula squealed, "its true love!".
At the very least, they still appeared on nuzzling terms this morning.
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