Our view is amazing, and today with the sun shining through the curtains at 8am, it was especially beautiful. For those of you who have lived in or visited San Fran the terrain and the colorful pastel housing is very similar. I've mentioned the hike up to our apartment, so we get quite a vista.
Today Sylvain and I kissed good bye at the bottom of our hill, I was going left and he was going right. Apparently, in this direction, I would find a post office, I did and I also found the Chilean Cultural Center or something like that, I went in and dropped off my CV because apparently they give Clases de Ingles. The woman seemed happy and positive about my visit, so maybe I can get a few extra hours there? Before I left I asked Hay una officina de correos en esta calle? (is there a post office on this street) she told me she didn't think so, but walking one block further I found exactly what I was looking for with a dashing red Correos sign. Afterwards I was quite close to what I could see was a big square so I figured I'd carry on walking to see what I could see. Upon arrival, there was nothing much to see, but there was a little Cultural Arts center and I had a peek inside, some video art that was pretty typical, and some paintings from a guy who was trying to capture the essence of eating at the table, the reunion, the symbolic aspects etc. They were sort of rip offs of Marc Chagall with a slightly muted palate, but seeing some local art was nourishing in itself and later I would peruse the Galleria d'Arte Valporaiso, which was in a beautiful old space with amateur and undeveloped artwork- there was one good piece but set amongst the dregs, it felt more like an accident. But now, I was really close to the port so I stopped by to tick that box. On my way back I took a parallel street (this was the banking district so the views weren't exactly novel) but I ran into the YWCA which Sylvain and I had spotted when we were in the taxi the day I arrived, and I explained what it stood for; they had a sign for yoga, but upon further inquiry I was told, that was over, TERMINADO! So I walked a bit further and ran into the YMCA, there was an ingles sign, so I dropped another CV off just in case (these buildings YM/YWCA are a mix between the VFW and an abandoned bowling alley, the lady whose office I popped into had an army green filofax, an ancient typewriter, and the kind of paper files you had piled up in multiple stacks before the advent of computers. We had an interesting exchange because she spoke Spanish, while I answered in what has become complete intuition. However I think the ultimate message of the meeting was, oh you teach art, well maybe in a month we will have a class you can teach- the whole conversation I did a masterful job of replying; Great! Yes. Ok. No. Professora de ingles, and Gracias!
I was getting a bit tired for no good reason, but after seeing gym after stinky gross gym, I thought, I'm going to have a look at that Yoga place I found on Day 1 and if it's on par with the rest, I'm going to get my exercise by walking home and thats that. Luckily for me, it was a beautiful serene studio space, and I look forward to practicing there as soon as things settle down and life becomes regulated. At this point I figured I was so close to the university I would post a few more of my private English tutor fliers. I realized around yesterday that unless my fliers start looking a lot more like gig or rave fliers, no one is going to look at them, much less email me. I figured I'd post these, but go home and get out the ol' photoshop and see if I could put my expensive degree to some good work. I also stole a competitors flier (I have already come to terms with the fact that this was going to do me no good in the karma dept) but actually it wasn't that I didn't want the competition, it was that Francisco had a better flier than me and I wanted to borrow his class and services offerings.
Time to put in a couple of hours of Rosetta Stone Latin American Spanish, sans Sylvain listening as I butcher simple sentences I'm asked to repeat into an old school McDonald's drive in microphone headset. Learning a language has never been as glamorous as this...
This morning I stopped to take this photo with Sylvain, he wants me to do some art on the walls in our white room (Sarah or landlord has given her ok- although I'm not sure I want to) but I like the black and white drawing in this piece; you can't see the details in the photo, but it has a sort of mix of comic drawing and street art scale.
I was getting a bit tired for no good reason, but after seeing gym after stinky gross gym, I thought, I'm going to have a look at that Yoga place I found on Day 1 and if it's on par with the rest, I'm going to get my exercise by walking home and thats that. Luckily for me, it was a beautiful serene studio space, and I look forward to practicing there as soon as things settle down and life becomes regulated. At this point I figured I was so close to the university I would post a few more of my private English tutor fliers. I realized around yesterday that unless my fliers start looking a lot more like gig or rave fliers, no one is going to look at them, much less email me. I figured I'd post these, but go home and get out the ol' photoshop and see if I could put my expensive degree to some good work. I also stole a competitors flier (I have already come to terms with the fact that this was going to do me no good in the karma dept) but actually it wasn't that I didn't want the competition, it was that Francisco had a better flier than me and I wanted to borrow his class and services offerings.
Time to put in a couple of hours of Rosetta Stone Latin American Spanish, sans Sylvain listening as I butcher simple sentences I'm asked to repeat into an old school McDonald's drive in microphone headset. Learning a language has never been as glamorous as this...
This morning I stopped to take this photo with Sylvain, he wants me to do some art on the walls in our white room (Sarah or landlord has given her ok- although I'm not sure I want to) but I like the black and white drawing in this piece; you can't see the details in the photo, but it has a sort of mix of comic drawing and street art scale.
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