"Eres Gordito." That's what my host brother said to me today. Apparently my gorging on bread, avocado and cheese has had a lasting effect. I've probably already put on 10 pounds here. This is the difference in this trip from this trip from others. Usually I'm trying to save every penny, so I don't buy too much food, and I rarely ever have dessert while I travel. But here, I live with a family, and the mom force feeds me more than my mom. She's constantly trying to make me eat more. I think she wants me to be a fatass. This is also saying a lot because I'm a pretty active person. I walk a half hour to and from school and then i end up surfing in the afternoon. I usually don't surf that long though, because its not usually very good in the afternoon. The wind kicks up and it looks like a more makeable, but blown out version of Thousand Steps. I think yesterday was the first really good day that I had, but that punk blondie woulnd't leave me alone. He kept yelling at me, telling me to get out of the water in both english and español (if you want to know how to say get out of here, fucker! its sale culiao!), so I haven't really had a really fun session yet in Chile. This should change when i get to Pichilemu.
I feel like there should have been a change in paragraph back there. I had a temporary lapse in to Faulkner style. Only problem is I feel like that was worth telling and I don't want to edit it. You okay with that...good. I'm going to a completely different subject. That's Benja, the 19 month old kid of my oldest host brother. I think the kid likes me more than his dad, i've become friends with his mom and she was telling me that when she says that he is going to visit with his pops he always says BREENE! (and stands on his toes at the same time, for effect i guess). Which made me realize I am going to be...a cool uncle (fooled you mom, you thought I was going to say dad). I think being the uncle is kinda like being the young version of grandparents, you get all the fun stuff without the daiper changes, temper tantrums, drooling, crying at night. I guess I could do that eventually, but I like being the cool uncle for now. It's fun, because Benja is always glad to see me, runs at me and is just, in general, adorable. I mean the kid is never angry or pouty when he's over here. I think his parents are really lucky that they didn't get a crier. I mean I'm sure they would still love him as much, but it's a lot less work when you're kid is almost always in good spirits.
I think I'm just going to end the post right now, I'm off my game today. I'll be back soon when I'm less stupid.
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