With just over one week left in Chile, I’m paying attention to the little things, trying not to miss how special this place is: the funny elevator in our apartment building that has a swinging door; the big trees in this neighborhood that offer respite from the sun; the way strangers smile at my children, delighted by any greeting the girls offer. Without a car, we do all of our grocery shopping on foot, which meant that this weekend, I wheeled a watermelon home in a stroller. I also picked up kilos of berries (it is blueberry and cherry season) and spinach that was so fresh and hearty that I couldn’t help but take a second while making dinner to just appreciate it. Chile has an incredible agriculture sector, but what I really love are the small shops selling fruit and veggies every couple of blocks. I go to the same shop almost every day, and the owner and I laugh over the antics of our daughters while lamenting the heat. She keeps my family stocked up on the good stuff while singing along to classic 90s music, and I look forward to popping into her shop on my way home from La Casa Juego.
It was over 90 today, and we continue to appreciate the pool invitations and our nice cool apartment. You know things are going pretty well when your biggest problem of the day is that you need more sunscreen! The dream of Adela making friends and playing in Spanish started to happen at play school, so that has been exciting. Matea is also soaking in the language and now says ‘Ciao’ as she waves goodbye after school. This trip has been like a shot of adrenaline to our Spanish and Jeff and I are motivated to take the momentum we’re building here and try to keep it rolling at home. We have had really interesting conversations with multi-lingual friends about the challenges of navigating language development with kids, recognizing that it is a good challenge to have. For now, Rayna is all about earning more TV time by speaking more Spanish, and I will always credit cartoons for a lot of my children’s fluency!
The hardest part of this adventure has continued to be trying to keep some semblance of school going for the older girls, and there have been a lot of tears shed as we’ve struggled to agree on how much work needs to get done. I am shocked at my own lack of patience and at how easily I get into fiery disagreements with an 8-year-old. At some point last week, I was advised to lighten up and aim for less schoolwork and more cookies. Chile is a country full of great bakeries and ice cream shops, so in an effort to be more culturally connected, I have followed that wise advice and we are now eating lots more cookies, as well as more bread, in addition to our regular ice cream stops. At this point in the trip, the goal is basically to eat all the good things as frequently as possible.
To that end, we ate amazing fresh fish and I had my daily allotment of pisco sour on the beach with friends last weekend. It was a great getaway and I cannot get over how lucky we are to have local hosts who love to hike and bike and swim, and also have kids around the same age. This last week, it has felt like the years we were gone from Chile are irrelevant, because these friendships are the kind that will span time and distance. That has been the best revelation of this trip and it has my heart brimming over with gratitude.
Yesterday, we went to a lunch that lasted 5 hours and only ended when we excused ourselves to go to an asado, which is a classic Chilean cookout. I am inspired by the generosity of our friends who have fed us so well, and I look forward to imitating their hosting style when my kids are older and naptime isn’t a factor. I love the way Chileans take their time, and I am taking notes on how they go about truly enjoying their people and their meals.
Other things I’m loving about Santiago right now: watching the sun peek over the Andes on my morning run; watching the World Cup with serious soccer fans; talking politics and learning so much from every conversation; the bread! Oh, and I love seeing the twinkling Christmas lights in the building entryways as the sun bakes the sidewalk and we seek out the shade. It is a strange, wild season and I’m here for all of it. Love!