...the classes that you take is* equal to the level of spanish that you have.

I lie to myself by saying that I am taking this new class, Music in Chile and America, because I really do like music and I really do want to learn about it. Sure that is true but quite untrue at the same time. I find it interesting how this new class is almost completely opposite to the history course. Whereas the history class probably would have changed my perspective on a lot of things, the music class is blatently apolitical. Of course, the class is in the Católica where the money flows. Oh how wonderful it is up here in the ivory tower, the view is spectacular.

On Friday, I went to Pomaire, a small rural city about an hour south of Santiago to visit an artesana who works with grieda (or something to that effect) or clay. The first attempt at making something out of clay worked quite well. I consequently spent the next hour trying to duplicate that effort to no avail. Life out in the rural areas of Chile is obviously much different than Santiago, but I couldn't help thinking that the town looked a lot like Mexico (in particular Tequila) and some parts of Saipan. It makes me think that all underdeveloped somewhat touristy towns have that same sort of run-down but commercialized feel to them.

random thought: Whenever I travel, people ask whether or not I like the women in the country I am staying. Probably it is just a universal custom between men around the world. I could see myself asking someone who came from out of the country what they thought of American women (although I would feel a little strange considering that I don't phenotipically represent the common American man). The question itself is a little strange because you have to say some form of compliment unless you want to offend somebody. But usually you don't have to lie in any case. It seems to me women in general are pretty attractive wherever you go, save Mexico. They are quite so-so in Mexico.

*I suppose the correct verb conjugation would be are, but then it would sound even less like the song, and since "have" doesn't sound like "make" I was worried that...and so on and so forth.

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