With all the excitement about arriving in Chile, you'd think the entire plane flight would be spent gaming out how to get into the country. But alas, I was distracted by the free beer, feel-good Disney movie about overcoming racism through sports, and some delicious food! So, as soon as I could get my seatbelt off, I was barreling through the airport terminal on my way to Customs.
My passport in hand, I was turned away and told to walk all the way back to fill out a declaration form and pay my official entrance fee of $130 US Clams. On the right path now, I again rushed to the customs window with a huge smile on my face only to be directed....again...to fill out more forms. Finally, with a pile of paperwork, bags hanging off in all directions, I slogged my way back to the counter. My forms crumpled...my face sweaty...and my spirits undashed, I explained to the customs agent that I was no threat to his country. He wanted to know things like; who I knew here and where I would be staying. Now worries, I replied, this girl I know is coming to get me and bring me to this place she's staying. Where? She knows... no worries.
He watched me walk away with a look of regret but I think he ended up taking me as pathetic gringo rather than a dangerous foreigner.
Things have been wonderful. Between welcoming Chileans, friendly travelers, and eager new friends, culture shock hasn't been an issue. In fact, the culture here seems so similar... maybe just different shades of the same color. The language is really the challenging thing at this point. I've dropped off four resumes, received one invitation for an interview, and am looking forward to callbacks after positive interactions with each business. I miss you all and can't wait to catch up!
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