TIC
This Is Chile.

South America is real. People, tons of them, problems, love, war, god,passion, demise.

Ive been on this continent for a week and a few days. I have seen 3 countries, countless faces, places. Andes moutain's, brazil and argentina's adam and eve waterfalls, mother mary protects santiago chile.

its all jumbled and jammed into one massive chaotic movement. Something inside of me is awake, alive, jumping, and stirring. I want to feed hungry kids, learn spanish, rain Jesus, get a giant trashbag and put all of santiago's city smog in it. Stop homeless beggers, learn to be a street juggler, get the tango dancer's autograph (heck, phone number at that).

Everyone looks the same. Big black eyes, big black bangs, dark perfectly tan skin. the type of skin that doesn't get white in the winter, just kind of yellow.

They kiss to say hello. kisses on the cheek, big embraces, let you know they really care. they want you around, they really want to know how your doing. Teenagers kiss on the streets, in the subways, on park benches, not afraid to show affection, no matter how unrooted it may be.

be home soon. another few days. im changing, its for the better.