Leso

Why is it that only after five months of living in Chile I finally think to take two minutes to switch my keyboard to the international setting?

Seriously. I've been typing tildes the hard way for five months. I probably could have saved myself an aggregate of half a day's worth of time by just thinking about what I was doing at the beginning of the semester instead of two days from the end.

Two days. It's scary.

I took my last exam today, and met with my economics professor to review a draft of my last essay.

The weather has been beautiful all week, but I've been glued to the keyboard churning out academic drivel (high quality academic drivel let it be known). Two papers turned in, one finished, and the last one halfway there. There was a span of two days were I don't think that I set foot outside of the house. But soon all this will end, and I'll have ten days on the myth-filled island of Chiloé (that tilde was so easy to type!): more rain forests, more beaches, more curious and unknown foodstuffs, and, in all likelihood, more rain.