Unas alas enormes

Never have five weeks looked so short.

I only have five weeks left in Chile. Five whole months and suddenly all that's left is five weeks. My feelings are conflicted. In some ways it feels like I just arrived. At the same time it feels like that day I got off the plane was so long ago I can hardly remember it. I have so much left that I want to do (and four research papers besides). However I am also anxious to get back to the real world of responsibility and productivity. That's not to say that my time here has not been productive, but most of my accomplishments have been personal in nature. I am unhappy with the level of work I've found here that benefits something bigger than me. It's difficult to put words to the feeling.

I'm planning a trip to Valle de Cochamo this weekend. I'm told it's similar in appearance to Yosemite. However, there aren't any roads leading into the valley; you have to trek in on foot or on horseback. It's supposed to rain this weekend, and I still haven't found a replacement for my stolen rain gear. I've been frequenting second hand clothes shops, but no luck so far.