The price of being an expat: dealing with national tragedy while abroad

Hi all! It’s been a while since I’ve posted, and to my grumbling family members especially, I sincerely apologize.

Valpo reminds me of a box of crayons…

… but not just any box of crayons.

How NOT to ride in a Santiago taxi.

It’s 10:30 PM and 75 degrees on our third night in Santiago, and we’re ready to leave the comfortable nest of our chilean houses and explore the nightlife. So what does a young “gringa” do to protect herself and avoid purse/wallet/shiny necklace theft?* Apparently, this means take a taxi.

First Day, No Regrets…

… even though most of the day (in a city of 5 million people) I was sitting in or around this: