The Valpo weather has done another complete 180: we’re back to cloudy, chilly grey again. Oh well. The sun was wonderful while it lasted. I nested in bed for a few hours during the morning, and then wandered down the hill to investigate the mercado stalls. Many useful things were purchased, but I can’t tell you about them because they might be for you.*
(*In all honesty, they’re probably all for my niece, even the bag of tobacco and the giant portrait of Pablo Neruda.**)
(**I didn’t actually buy a bag of tobacco, nor a giant portrait of Neruda. But that’s a rather good idea, come to think of it.)
Shopping for avocados in Chile is a delight. In California, I’m accustomed to squeezing every last avocado in the bin just to find one that’s ripe-ish and not gloppy. Here, all of the avocados in the bin are in a perfect state of fresh ripeness at all times. There was such abundance that I was even able to fine-tune my selection process: “I would like an avocado of a ripeness level where it can be eaten either tonight or tomorrow, and will be perfect either way. Ah, here’s one!”
I started a new (volunteer) job almost a month ago, which requires about five hours per week of work. Since I’m going to San Pedro early next week, I’m endeavoring to get next week’s hours done this weekend, so I shan’t have to worry about them while out of town. That occupied the bulk of my day, once I returned home.
There are a herd of other guests staying at V.’s tonight. Midway through my evening, I heard V. accompany a few men through the living room. And then a few more wandered by. And a few more. A handful of them took up residence in the sunporch, and eventually they all settled down in the living room for boisterous conversation. When I went to the kitchen to fix my dinner, I counted at least fifteen people. I then returned to being antisocial, but at least for once I had a good excuse of needing to work, rather than just being antisocial for the comfort of it.