Unofficially slightly depressed. kind of. but not really. maybe.

My buddy and former housemate, Pretha, just left Santiago, and the prospects of me being able to communicate with my host family just dropped to 2%. Pretha, a 24 year old doctor (a true Doogie Howser of the new millenium), was my translator, and had become quite efficient at detecting and relaying the moments when the family was making fun of me. Prior to Chile, she had spent 6 months in Amsterdam for reasons i am still unsure of (my guess is to ride bikes and pilfer Amstel Lights). And other than the fact that she woke me up from a nap when i met her, we got along great.

Pretha was one of those girls that probably wished she was a boy growing up so she wouldn´t have to deal with boring girl stuff. I could be wrong. Regardless, she may be the only person who can truely comprehend the full magnitude of the Horta´s eccentricities.

So.. Pretha, if you´re out there, stop being so selfish and get back to Chile. Who needs more Doctors? especially one´s for kids? (What we need, is more lawyers). There are more imporant needs upon us, such as translation and assistance eating sardines, cheese and mayonaise that have been on the table for no less than 5 hours.

On second thought, since you left me your Suave Waterfall Mist Shampoo, we´re cool.