Firsts

Last night was my first trip to a Karaoke Bar. It was quite entertaining. Chileans singing Spanish and English songs will always be a good time.

I am now on Chilean time. I went out last night at 11 and didn't come back home until 4:17. I ended up going to bed at 5 and waking up at 9:30 to accompany my host brothers to a Warhammer tournament. It's a strategy game. It wasn't my kinda thing, but any chance to bond with the family is worth it.

I haven't been extremely pleased with my Spanish lately. Sometimes I think I am improving and others I think I'm losing my skills. I have tried to tell myself that I am going to have a whole day without any English. It works up until a certain point, but it always gets ruined. Usually the gym ruins it because all of the cardio equipment that I use is English. The directions and the software are in English. If it's not the gym, it's the music that I hear throughout the day, or Facebook, or something else. I think it's an interesting observation that in Santiago, it's really hard for one to escape the English language. Then I started to think how often I hear at least a little Spanish in the US, and it's at least 5 days a week between music, television, the internet, and chatting with friends.

Sorry this entry is really disjointed, but I'm running on 4.5 hours of sleep. That means there will be no Spanish in this entry. My English isn't really that great right now.

I want to thank Lucía "accent on the 'i'" Flores because last night at the karaoke bar, I heard at least 4 songs in Spanish that she gave me. I felt prepared for that experience. Thank you, gorgeous.

Later,
Dan