Wednesday, October 14, 2009

The radio here really is one of the most wonderful things. There's a kid who, every day, talks with his mother and they say the same things: "Hola," how are you? How is your day? Well, I'll talk to you later. And sometimes, people speaking in Mapuche, which is a language with a lot of 'p' sounds. Popetagatpatopatitpaitu. A fellow said, the radio is "como un Facebook de aca."

Every time someone tells me the time, I am taken aback, and I've discovered why. Because we're on the border, some people use Argentina time and some people use Chile time. So, time swings back and forth, an hour here, an hour there.

I'm swinging back and forth between the mountain and the lake.

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