(A little over) a year later…

It has been a crazy year since I came home from Chile last July. I find that I miss Santiago most when the weather is hot, when a soft breeze makes me remember my first days in Hotel Bonaparte or learning to navigate the city. I have been hired for my dream job, a middle school Spanish teacher for 7th and 8th grade at a fairly small suburban school. I am eager to be the first contact these students have with the beautiful, expressive, and passionate Spanish language and culture. I hope that by sharing my experiences with the students and by introducing them to the many diverse and rich cultures that speak, shout, laugh, pray, tell jokes, argue, sing, and live in Spanish every day I can instill in some of them a lifetime appreciation of those who are different from themselves.

Chile will always have a special place in my heart, my Pachamama who welcomed me into the embrace of the cordillera, shared with me the otherworldly landscape of the Atacama desert and the bustling vibrancy of the seaside ports of Valparaiso and Viña del Mar. I hope to return someday with my fiance and revisit the places and people that captured my heart and imagination.

I found this music video on YouTube, it’s in Spanish (sorry anglophones!) but there are so many familiar sights presented in the video. I think it did a great job of capturing the pride and energy of Chilean youth, even if you don’t understand the words.