I think this post will be more about me than about Chili. Yesterday we traved to Vina del Mar, pretty city on the coast. Our travel involved two bus trips with a change in the Bus Station in Santiago. The buses in Chile are really nice, better than our old Grayhounds, but the bus stations are kind of not so great.
The stations are very crowded, confusing, and kind of dirty. Bus travel is the primary means of transportation for most people here, and it feels like everyone is traveling at the same time.
Buses for the small towns and large leave throughout the day, and you buy a ticket, go outside and find the bus, and wait for the bus to leave. In Latin America, all buses leave in about 10 minutes, which in some countries mean, when the bus is full. I will say the buses in Chile leave pretty much on time.
There are agents standing by the buses who call out in carnival style to say where the buses are going, and to encourage you to take their bus. Aire accondtionado is a big draw. You can pay there by the bus or after you have boarded. One woman boarded the bus as it was leaving the station, then asked us whete the bus was Going. "Santiago," we said. She appeared satisfied and sat down.
Well. Anyhow, when faced with one of these trips, I an always filled with excitement for what I will see and apprehension about all the things wre won't exactly know until we get thete.
"I can't do this," is my go-to thought in such sotuations. My need to plan and arrange things into organized and familiar units, is a hindrance here. At such times I have to give my shoulders a proverbial shake, and remind myself that all is well in this moment and all will be well in the next moments to come, however unanticipated.
Yesterday, I found myself feeling this way when G-man hurried off in the Santiago bus station to buy tickets for the next leg of the trip, As I stood there guarding the baggage, fully prepared with water bottle in hand, I experienced a new way of looking at myself. I felt sturdy, able to face new thigs and adapt. It was a fairly new feeling for me, and I liked it. So what if he didn't come back. I know how to say, in Spanish, "help, my husband is lost!" That and "Donde esta el bano?" Will take you far.
The stations are very crowded, confusing, and kind of dirty. Bus travel is the primary means of transportation for most people here, and it feels like everyone is traveling at the same time.
Buses for the small towns and large leave throughout the day, and you buy a ticket, go outside and find the bus, and wait for the bus to leave. In Latin America, all buses leave in about 10 minutes, which in some countries mean, when the bus is full. I will say the buses in Chile leave pretty much on time.
There are agents standing by the buses who call out in carnival style to say where the buses are going, and to encourage you to take their bus. Aire accondtionado is a big draw. You can pay there by the bus or after you have boarded. One woman boarded the bus as it was leaving the station, then asked us whete the bus was Going. "Santiago," we said. She appeared satisfied and sat down.
Well. Anyhow, when faced with one of these trips, I an always filled with excitement for what I will see and apprehension about all the things wre won't exactly know until we get thete.
"I can't do this," is my go-to thought in such sotuations. My need to plan and arrange things into organized and familiar units, is a hindrance here. At such times I have to give my shoulders a proverbial shake, and remind myself that all is well in this moment and all will be well in the next moments to come, however unanticipated.
Yesterday, I found myself feeling this way when G-man hurried off in the Santiago bus station to buy tickets for the next leg of the trip, As I stood there guarding the baggage, fully prepared with water bottle in hand, I experienced a new way of looking at myself. I felt sturdy, able to face new thigs and adapt. It was a fairly new feeling for me, and I liked it. So what if he didn't come back. I know how to say, in Spanish, "help, my husband is lost!" That and "Donde esta el bano?" Will take you far.
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