Well after a 24 hr layover in Atlanta GA, I've made it to Santiago. It was no surprise for me to here Spanish when I landed. What was a surprise was that fact that most of the locals speak about as much English as I speak Spanish, not much. After my primarily English speaking Ugandan experience, I’ve gotten lingualy lazy. As usual though, I was blessed, a nice local, my taxi driver, helped me figure out the trains. It was funny though, he too didn't speak any English.
I'm getting really good at non verbal, gestures and facial expressions as a means to convey and respond to communication. No worries though, I have two and half months to learn up on my extremely weak Spanish. For now I’m just killing another day waiting for another form of transportation, the train. My train leaves tonight for Chillan, where I will somehow, hopefully find my friend Will and his contact. Once again I find myself wondering where I’ll sleep tonight. I should have some pics posted in the next week so as always, keep checking.
