Classes and meals and street-wanderings. I have settled comfortably into a routine, just in time to finish with classes next Monday and start a whole new routine.
Do you know of Linnaeus’s flower clocks? Along those lines, Valparaíso seems rather like a floral calendar, with the progression of different blooms marking the passage of the weeks. (Actually, this could probably be said of any city with more than four species of trees.) From late October to mid-November, we had the white-snow blossoms of the locust trees. Now, those are beginning to wilt, but they have been replaced by a profusion of stunning violet jacaranda blossoms.
I have the impractical aspiration of making a pumpkin pie sometime this week. I hunted for premade pie crusts today, but they do not seem to exist here. I have located pumpkins, though, so if I’m willing to risk making my own pie crust (whilst converting to metric), then it could happen. We’ll see. En el mercado, I did find a lovely purple blouse, which almost matches the jacarandas.
I’ve been meaning to start a Spanish vocabulary notebook for some time, and I finally got around to it this afternoon. I marked up several pages with lists of useful adverbial phrases. Also, as is only appropriate for Chile, I prefaced it with a poem by Pablo Neruda. Hopefully its hallowed pages will become a useful supplement to my Spanish.