Well, my stitches are healing nicely, and for the first time in over a month, it's cloudy here in the vineyard by the sea. It's not actually raining, but all of the Chileans are decked out in their raincoats nonetheless. Last night I played poker again, and won about three dollars. All in all this puts me at about 15 dollars on the plus side of things, but if you factor in all of the chips and drinks I've bought for those nights, I'm probably about even. Today I had two classes, nothing crazy to write about, and I think I'll go for a run this afternoon.
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Back from my run, it was great, and it's definitely hard trying to shower without getting my stitches wet. I hope a little humidity doesn't bother them.
I guess the funniest thing to happen today was a poem that we read in class. It's by the super-famous Chilean poet Pablo Neruda, and it is entitled, "An Ode to Bread". I don't really need to say more on that subject.
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I feel as though that's a poem which you would have written.
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