Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Booty Booty Booty

Every time Tiffany and I go to town, we buy a new candy or treat that we haven't ever seen before as a reward for ourselves. This time when we went to the store, we were really hungry.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Oops


Along with a long list of other blunders this week at the ysa conference in Puerta Varas, I forgot to pack my journal. I spent most of sacrament meeting and relief society class trying to play catch up. I got pretty tired and entries began to become direct and random lists like this:

Heard HBL library closing music. Mistake "sapitos de agua" (toad of the water) for "zapato de agua" (shoe of the water). Woke up grumpy at 5:30 am. You would too if you only got 4 hours of sleep. Someone asked me for directions again. This time replied, "No se. Lo siento." Wanted to puke, but couldn't. Snuck out of conference to play on the beach with other "sinners" in the stake. Chilean girls take too long to get ready. Asked if I wanted to play "One". Woke up thinking I was paralyzed. Dominated in volleyball tournament. Fit 21 Chileans in a 12 passanger van. Still don't know how it happened. Secret admirer willing to commute from Santiago to "make a relationship work"...huh?

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Valdivia






Tiffany and I decided that we didn't have enough pictures of Valdivia--our home for the next two months. Today, during our Sunday walk, we brought our cameras. 

Southern Hemisphere: Am I upside-down?





Saturday, February 7, 2009

A Three Hour Tour


Yesterday, we went on a boat tour of the rivers Valdivia and Calle Calle. Living in the Lakes District, it was great to orient ourselves with some of the water habitat surrounding us. I dragged my hand in the water until it went numb, relaxed and simply enjoyed the nature that I would never see again.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Fabio, is that you?

We recently rode the bus to Castro, Chiloe. It is a short 9 hr bus ride. Fortunately for us, we were amid a celebrity. We didn't know that Fabio spoke Russian or traveled with a group of other Russian ice skaters. He didn't know that we took photos of him.
After arriving in Castro, we saw these signs and things made a lot more sense.