I had my first going-home-to-California dream last night, but it was baffling, dark, and convoluted. I suspect my real return to the U.S. will be a lot more ordinary (I originally typed “my real homecoming,” but had to change the wording; Chile feels like a home now too). The night of weird dreams was compensated for by the fact that I woke up with a favorite poem reciting itself inside my head:
Glory be to God for dappled things
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim…
— “Pied Beauty,” by Gerard Manley Hopkins
My current small pleasure is English breakfast tea with milk in it. Chilean milk is generally boxed and ultra-pasteurized, so that it can sit on an unrefrigerated shelf for years. However, once it’s opened, it goes bad within 3-4 days — so once I start drinking tea with milk, I must drink a lot of tea with milk to use it all before it sours.
I have nothing more to say about this day. I’m taking care of as much jobwork as possible before I go out of town. My flight isn’t until late tomorrow, but I will need part of the day for packing and another part of the day to arrive at the bus station in enough time to ensure I can get a bus to Santiago (as the late buses sometimes sell out during Chile’s high season).
Here is another ascensor video, this time from yesterday’s Ascensor Concepción descent. It comes complete with requisite silly incongruous music.