Year TWO in Chile has come and gone. Though occasionally there were days and even months that seemed to last indefinitely, generally speaking this past year has flown.
Like pages of a cartoon flipbook, work, kids, school, activities, day-to-day humdrum, and exploration fluttered past. Becoming established and comfortable has given way to the life of a typical, busy family of 5. Just in a different part of the world.
A life that has finally become a bit softer, a bit more breezy, like the cotton that is symbolic of the two year anniversary.
However, a recognition of having made it two years is not the most resounding part of the milestone. Though trust me, it’s right up there at number 2!
No, I believe milestones pop up to remind us of the miles we have already weathered. We are about to embark on mile three, but how will we proceed from here knowing what we know about the first two? What has caused pain? How will we address that? What has made us stronger? How will we use that?
How have we changed in these two years?
Last year, we were able to make our second, yearly trip home to celebrate Thanksgiving (and if we are being real, also football and deer hunting season).
Which meant that our Christmas was here in Chile. And though it was lovely, it was green.
Very, very, green.
October 31, 2015
“Tienes….ummmmm…..un noche con…candies… en las casas?”
We had been here about 1 week, my Spanish, was, well you can see what it was, and I was talking to Maddie’s very first friend (and continued good friend), Magdalena.
Magda just looks at me with an amused expression on her face, likely getting a kick out of this new gringa neighbor and her wild attempt at Spanish.
“Um, okay. You know….do you have, er, I mean, tienes un noche con ‘booooooo!!!!'” and I do my best to make a scary, monster face.
You can have more than one home. You can carry your roots with you, and decide where they grow. Henning Mankell
At last we meet again, dear Blog.
I am horror-stricken to see that my last entry was in September, almost 6 months ago. Especially when there has been SO much going on…SO many wonderful memories!
Admittedly, I know that it has been because of all of this “SO much” that I have not been as dedicated. Our life has officially finished its slow descent up the roller coaster, and has flown off of the other side, ripping and racing, high and low, side to side, without enough pause to focus on some of the little things that I was able to observe and admire on my initial ride up.
They are those kinds of speeds that are exhausting, but invigorating. They leave us wishful for a break, but yet make us feel like we are finally in our element…we are finally feeling alive.
So, maybe my negligence on this blog has actually been a sign of its own?
Not long back, I posted about the eruption of Volcano Villarrica in Pucon, Chile, just 70 miles north of us.
It was an experience worth memorializing because even in Chile, the country with the most active volcanoes in the world, eruptions don’t take place all that often.
Almost immediately upon our arrival in Chile, we learned that Easter Island, the most remote, inhabited island in the world, the island known for the mysterious, monolithic Moai statues, was actually a part of Chile.
Or, from the kids point of view: Easter Island is here? The island depicted in the movie Hop? And therefore, clearly the island where the Easter Bunny lives?