Made it!

I'm writing this from Santiago. It was a long flight--on the SFO to Miami leg I had to sit next to a demented Celia Cruz look-a-like who spilt her rum and cokes on me not once, but twice. Its a relief to finally be here. The other people on the program are great so far, and its exciting to be meeting so many of them at once! Santiago is about how I expected: grim and sterile. Its cold, rainy, dark, people only wear black, and all the buildings are made of concrete. I'm really looking forward to getting to Valparaiso!