John the Fisherman

Welp, i didn't do too much this weekend. I stayed up too late and watched the sun rise friday, went on a run saturday, and walked to the grocery store sunday. In the midst of all of that, i wasted time reading and sleeping. Oh, and i went out for dinner and treated myself to lamb chops! Almost forgot about that. 

Life seems so much smaller without a vehicle at my disposal. My entertainment options (outdoor and otherwise) are confined to where i able to walk. And unfortunately, most of the Patagonian wild lands are not within walking distance from my house. Or biking distance, for that matter. Ever since i've arrived in Chile i have been anxious to get out on a river and get my hook wet. I am determined to make that happen this weekend. Car, bike, or bus be damned.  

Language Lesson of the Day: When i grow up i want to be a fisherman, one of the harvesters of the sea. I will live and die a fisherman... Say it with me now! Cuando yo crezco yo quiero ser un pescador, una de las segadores del mar. Voy a vivir y morir un pescador...