|Chile, Chile, lindo.|
I've been driving around a lot lately. And not just 'cuz my university's on strike, although that's a huge part of it (you know, trying to fill in the dole winter-in-Santiago hours.) Friends, readers, family: The beauty of podcasts has entered my life.
Every minute that I spend behind the wheel is one where these magical words enter my ears and dance around my brain to a beat that says "ideas, ideas, ideas." I'm hearing wonderful people from around the globe talk about the marvels that come to their minds and every nerve of mine is charged with awe at the things that are going on in this world while Santiago remains being Santiago and the people in Santiago remain worried about our little-corner-of-the-world things.
And my friends that study abroad are slowly coming back home from their diaspora of knowledge-seeking, and they come back with tales of wonder that I can hardly believe they actually lived through. Classrooms with teachers that do more than just recite, and friends with minds that do more than just gossip, and I am full of envy. Envy and love, love for these friends who have such great minds and personalities that every moment I share with them is inspiring.
I love you, Chilito lindo, I love you so much, but you are starting to feel too tight. To small for a world that is oh, so big. And I love your poets and I love your mountains and I love your trees, but your people are starting to bore me, and I want to go out, permanently, to seek...