I had to get out of Jorge´s house. Every memory of why we broke up came flooding back to me this morning. My train wasn´t until 2 but I was at the station at 11. I love him, he´s a wonderful guy-- but enough´s enough and more than 4 hours with him was enough.
While at the train station I walked up to the board that displayed which platform the trains took off from. There were two very distinctly American guys standing there too-- I guessed immediately that they were from the south, from the looks of them I also presumed that they might also be members of the kkk. When I got on the train and found my seat, just guess who I was sitting across from.... yeah, that´s right. Well it turns out they were from Florida and not Nazis. Never judge a book by it´s southen drawl and skinhead I guess huh? We started talking and I danced around the subject of American politics for about an hour until one of them started talking about what an honorable man John McCain was. Well, I had already finished a small bottle of red wine by this point... just to make the ride a little more tolerable (I know you´re cringing mom... but my stomach is fine, I really think that Hypnotist is a miracle worker) But before I could begin my Obama rant-- The one who was talking said, ¨I´d take a bullet for McCain and all he´s done for this Country.... but I´m still voting for Obama.¨ I was dumbstruck -- if you woulda seen these guys you never would have guessed it. So after that and little more wine for me and 7 small bottles of wiskey for the hicks, we started playing stupid games and telling the type of personal stories you only tell to people you don´t respect terribly much and know you´ll never see again...
The moral of my 7 hour train ride with these guys was this: if at all possible avoid people who look like they might be carrying rifles were it legal -- but, if you have assigned seating and there´s nothing you can do, it might not be that bad.
Silvia picked me up in Santiago and it felt like we´ve been friends forever. We gabbed the whole ride to Cano´s house and we are going to hangout tomorrow. Cano´s family all came out to welcome me and I couldn´t have felt more welcome or more at home. After sitting around the table, snacking and chatting, Lucia and Sabella (two of the most charming little girls on the planet-- besides Sadie and Caliope of course) and I, ran upstairs to play with Sabella´s stuffed animals and read Juevos verdes con jamon (green eggs and ham in Spanish) which I brought as a gift for them, and which they made me read to them three times in a row.
I´m SOOOOOOO happy to be here. Santiago is so beautiful and feels so safe.
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love,
Molly
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"if at all possible avoid people who look like they might be carrying rifles were it legal -- but, if you have assigned seating and there´s nothing you can do, it might not be that bad" -- I think you need to consider turning this wisdom into a children's book.
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