Rabbit Rabbit

Rabbit rabbit. Happy November. One of my senior year roommates at UNH used to ask us on the first of every month if our first words had been "rabbit rabbit" upon waking. I still strive to make it a point to do so, though I often forget.

November has rolled in and in the southern hemisphere that means more heat. All of a sudden the temperatures have changed in Santiago and that means that people are walking around in better moods and with noticeably wider smiles. The grassy parks are lined with couples who are spilling affection, and even the street dogs seem to be much more playful.

I have been taking advantage of every moment that I am not stuck indoors and in front of a computer planning an event. I've realized that sitting in front of a machine all day is hardly what I want to be doing for a career, and although it has been an incredible opportunity and experience, I am quickly getting ready to move onto the next thing that is coming my way. I have about two more months of work and then I will be backpacking down to the bottom of Chile, or the end of the world, before making my way back north. I'm sure the blogs will be much more interesting and full of life while I am hooked to the back of the birds' wings flying south.

I went outside the city last weekend to a friend's house on the beach and it was so nice to be away for a little while. Although the wind left us with a permanent chill, it was nice to be able to breathe clean air and stare out the back porch to the beach below. We went to a local fish stand and ate clams and mussels on the side of the road before hauling a fish home to cook it. We spent much of the weekend cooking, wandering the rocks that led to the ocean, and sitting by the fireplace in the evening as the sky exploded into color.

Ive noticed that as the spring rolls in and the weather gets warmer, the sunsets have been almost painting the sky in brighter shades of pinks, purples, reds and oranges. The clouds have started dancing into new formations and almost every night I am stunned at how the sky can look so incredible and at how the clouds can bend and break as they do. Ive been told that the pollution actually affects the sunset skies, so I find that one ounce of me is forgiving towards the smog. I think these last few months will be a utterly pleasant farewell to the city.

Three months from today, I will be sitting on the wings of a plane to bring me back around. Although it sounds like awhile, Ive quickly learned that a three month period can pass you by without you even noticing.

Well, there is a man playing his guitar in the park below my apartment, and I find that I being lured to my balcony to listen. Therefore, my words will end there for right now.

I hope everyone is doing well and seeing some beautiful sunsets.
Keep the hugs flowing.
Save some for me.