Day 1

This whole writing in a blog thing is a bit weird for me, but I'm afraid if I don't start soon, my dad will never let me hear the end of it. So here I am, sitting in my room in the apartment in Santiago. It's cool being so close to everything, I've never lived in a city before, well not that I can remember. I walked with my host sister to the supermarket, and walking through the aisles we saw someone stuff candy bars under his shirt, she told me "that's chile" but it happens all over the world.

This has been the longest day. We got in around 7:30 am, but I can hardly remember the morning. As soon as we got out of customs it was all spanish. Not that I didn't think we'd be speaking spanish, but I kind-of forgot what it meant, I haven't done anything spanish related for almost two months.   I've already made some embarrassing mistakes,  (ex. when I met my host sister for the first time she asked me:cómo estás? and I answered "Emily"...I don't even know what I was thinking, obviously nothing), but I know there are so many more to come, and we all laugh. Everyone i've met today has been so warm and inviting, and bear with me as I struggle to form coherent sentences, and nod their heads when I say something that actually makes no sense, like, it would take me 18 years to drive to school, when of course I meant 18 hours.

I visited my host grandparents twice today, who live in an apartment down the street. The first time we talked about Susan Boyle from Britain's got talent, and my host grandpa explained how she didn't win, which I didn't even know. The second time we watched CNN spanish all about Michael Jackson. As we flipped through the channels, the only english speaking channel was Paris Hilton's my new BFF, and I think I crushed my host sister when I told her that the MTV reality shows are in some part staged.  Its so funny that I may be on a different continent, but so much of pop culture crosses all boundaries.