patience

In some ways, my entire experience here in Chile has been an exercise in patience. Only lately has this come to my attention and as a result, I feel more impatient than ever. It's as if I'm constantly waiting...

For the bus

For my students to show up to class

For my students to understand the question, "do you understand?"

For meals at my house (I am a huge fan of snacking but Chileans love enormous meals. Therefore, I've got a constant hankerin' for raisins and pb, carrot sticks, pretzels, cheez-its, etc.)

For the sun to come out.

For the telenovela to finally end.

For my laundry to dry. (Going on 3 days...)

There aren't many things here that happen right away. Right now I'm perpetually tapping my foot and checking my watch (literally and figuratively). I've got a feeling that all this waiting is good for me.