Mis vecinos.

I live in the hottest building in Santiago. Pilar and Lorena live in 809, and they´re these dyker biker babes with long black hair, eyes that just stare, and the sexiest accents in the southern hemisphere. Alvaro and Bentura live across the hall, I´m going to teach them English, they´re going to teach me Spanish, and it´s going to take every ounce of restraint not to silence our lessons with make-outs.

Today I found the supermarket. People still look at me like I´m some sort of mystical white pony in their midst, like a unicorn with a swastika tattoo, or something. It´s very weird to feel exotic and Canadian at the same time.

I bought two fruits that look like something out of Star Trek. Some kind of palm-tree melon (I think!) and another purple thing... gah... I can´t describe it. I was so tempted to buy condor eggs for an omlette but decided to hold off until I can accompany it with tiger paws, some gorilla chest, and a couple of mashed, orphaned baby seals.

Delicious.