Mayonnaise omnipresent, like no one's business.
Spinach and asparagus soup with unending lettuce.
Bakeries tempting the good ole olfactory at each corner.
Vendors yelling in the miles of market.
The rawness of life displayed at the market.
Walking everywhere. Everywhere.
Mamá randomly saying "to be or not to be" in the kitchen.
Playing UNO with the entire Chilean clan.
Hearing the recorder everyday.
Cuddling with my six blankets in the bed.
Men whistling or honking their horns at me.
Window shopping for a Chilean winter wardrobe.
Friendly Chilean grandpas coming and talking to me.
Sweet Chilean moms giving directions to the lost gringa.
Waking up to Spanish each day.