Where am i?
there are many answers to that.
i am in the most beautiful little pueblo at the almost ass end of the road up in some mountains...yes, still Pisco Elqui.
i am also in a freezing dingy internet cafe´on hold with the most unimaginable loop of a song to talk to yet another agent at Visa 911 who is supposedly connecting me with bank of america.
F.Y.I: Do not over take bank of america as your bank and do not ever lose your debit card in a foreign country if at all possible.
i can´t tell if i am shivering anymore from cold or from fury! three days of my mom trying to help me, me contacting them, them telling me lies,me finding out, them telling me more stories, the call being dropped, etc..., etc...
So because of all this we are stuck ironically in the most lovely place because we can only pay cash for our hostal. I sure wish I could just send Gaea here and get my money out of Bank of America and stay put.
There is some weird reason why this all happened that I am trying to understand. it is this bizarre juxtaposition of absolutely hair pulling, screeching frustration and peaceful tranquillity and simplicity, that which i desire. it is this kind of place on the earth that makes you realize why you don´t need an a.t.m. in town or a bank account even. i have even been making it without my local health food store, who would have thought? However, Mario at the vegetable market is pretty adorable and he has the most delicious local olives fresh from the tree. i am slightly addicted. summer may not admit it but i even witnessed her eat like five of them (shes now a closet olive lover).
well iam off after another grueling 3 hours on the phone with bank of america so i am going to meet my love, have some lunch and try and enjoy the rest of the day in the sunshine.
i love you all...
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