Cantaloupe Juice and 2 minute warnings

Because I don't really have that much to tell still (once again making a dent in Fabian's couch), this blog is dedicated to those in need of procrastination--you know who you are ;)

Update on the car situation: after Matt decided to use the magic words "my lawyer" we got some QUICK results. They called us right back (they had never called us back at all before those words were uttered) and we got a tracking number for the title that they finally sent! So one barrier is down, and we are feeling much better because we feel respected, at least! On the other hand, now they say the car isn't getting here until Feb. 14th--but we don't care anymore, besides no one can control that aspect. So things are slightly looking up (knock on wood).

As for my life, it is full of juice and food. Fabian's mother and nanna are making us eat constantly. (This is not a complaint, though my stomach would beg to differ). We have had all kinds of amazing juices, from watermelon to strawberry to banana, but our favorite is cantaloupe juice--sounds nasty, I know. Even crazier was a chilean dessert we had: wheat grains in peach juice. Add in all the avocados and bread and you can summarize the last ten days as "Matt and Laura do CARBFEST while simultaneously never leaving the couch" So his mom gave us fruit, and what did we give her in return? French Toast. She loved it :)

Sunday we gave the couch a reprieve from my butt and went back to Valparaiso (the port town that also has a bunch of clubs and great beaches). We got off to a late start so we didn't get to Fabian's aunt's apartment until half an hour before the Super Bowl and we ran out to find a bar that would switch off the soccer and tennis and play the game. Wasn't that hard actually, because no one goes out until like 11 anyways, so they didn't mind showing it on a few TVs. As those who watched know it was pretty boring, up until the two minute warning--when the bar decided karaoke was more important and switched our TV to the singers 5 feet away!! (Thanks Brittany, my lovely petite wafflette, for giving me a play by play via telefono). The rest of the night consisted of me making a fool of myself trying to learn from Fabian's sister (Meme, the cutest and sweetest 27 year old I have ever met) how to move my hips. The next day was also typical: get up at 1, eat a HUGE lunch at 2....then take a nap until 9 (but this time, nap on the BEACH, wahoo!), then learn how to play Craps at the casino across from the beach.

I'm off to Punta Arenas tomorrow, then a 12 hour bus to Ushuaia. Not sure if I'll be able to update until after the ship gets back on the 20th, but I'll try my hardest for you lovers of procrastination. MWAH!

(Pictures: My thesis 'nook' on Fabian's couch; pretty blue sky (and pretty lady) at the beach; seagulls and the Chilean flag; me and my partner in crime)