less maps, more fun.

Nothing much has happened today but me wandering around the city centre without a map. I couldn't enjoy it more to walk around not knowing where you actually are and what is waiting for you just around the corner, and still being able to find your way home by the dinner time. Even more, after at least a thousand ten cuidado con eso (be careful with this) and lots of pointing at my camera I started to take them seriously and didn't take a single picture in the city centre, because I was that "single female tourist obviously out of her way", which equals the easiest prey for thieves. Which is why I fully enjoyed my afternoon with endless photographic moments destined for eternal remembrance.

I hope I will at some point understand how this society works, with so socially segregated (I don't fear the word) people sharing the same soil and subway system. Our neighbourhood, a rather affluent one (you can even see a graphic representation on the general income in different barrios on Wiki), for instance, is surrounded by one dangerous enough I was asked to get off the metro one station later, because even during day time it is peligroso para chicas solas. I had never heard that many warning to guard my belongings before coming here and, yet, our house maid La Tía Marí is always nice enough to do everything for me (I mean, I could do my bed if I wanted to) and show me the transport map. It's contrasts, contrasts everywhere, and I wonder if my European conscience will at any moment fit any other Chilean social class but turista.

Fact of the day: Chilean cachaí (something like OK, only modifiable as a verb, adjective and everything else) actually comes from the English catch (hence the idea of catching the message). I guess that's it for now.

Cachaí, here's a palmera for you.