La vida cotidiana

Pues, no he hecho mucho en los últimos días, pero todavía quiero escribirte para recordarte que estoy viva--más que viva: ¡súper! Y hasta que todo suena mejor en un idioma extranjero, pensaba que debía darte un resumen breve de mi vida cotidiana, pero en español. ¿Te parece? Probablemente no, pero ¿qué vas a hacer, cuando no sabes lo que digo aquí?

La verdad es que mi vida pasa demasiado rápido, aunque ya he encontrado una rutina básica y fome. Yo voy a clases, como, compro, carreteo, estudio, cocino, me baño, duermo, camino, ando en bici, sueño de ti, y ululo a la luna llena--pero no en tal orden.

OK, I promise that was boring enough that you could do without reading it in English--which would just reveal how little I have to say anyway--but I could tell you some highlights of the last week or so.

Saturday I went to this big lunch for the birthday of the sister of a friend's housemate (Marcelo's friend Figue's housemate/sisterly figure Susana's sister Claudia, if you must know) at this amazing house in this ecological community in Peñalolén, a comuna of Santiago. Buena onda allá: her whole family is nothing but a bunch of wonderful hippie communists with precious little children. Beautiful people, on a beautiful spring day on the patio of an amazing house with gorgeous property. Yes, it made me miss Berkeley and those damn hippies.

Then on Sunday, I went to this huge park in La Reina, to kick it with some of the same folks. All day, with the delicious sun and adorable kids and more yummy comida and nothing else to do. And the near-full moon rising over the cordillera.

See, I told you it was boring, so there you have it. For a few days there it seemed that spring had already come and gone, and we were bombarded by heat heat heat in this crazy city. Of course that would happen just after I get a little gas heater in my room and figure out how to take hot showers (no more bathing with a pitcher of water!)...But now it's going to rain this weekend (is it really already the weekend again?) and remind us that we still have to wait for utopia. I know it's not like the weather matters because we are planting crops here and living off the land, but it's important to me, nonetheless. Another way I can put you in my shoes and you can imagine what it's like to live halfway around the world without you.

Going to the theater tomorrow night (MOM'S BIRTHDAY!!! ¡Feliz cumpleaños, vieja!) and maybe on Saturday, to an art house cinema I just found out about. Plowing through the Greek classic tragedies and falling in love with reading all over again. Vacation to Bolivia in a week, for Fiestas Patrias, so brace yourself for the whirlwind story of that adventure when I get back! Thinking about school starting in Berkeley and all I'm missing in the activist action there: good luck with the new semester, CEDP, ISO, and BSTW.