Already I have a sense of time moving on, of our time here winding on, coming to close.
We have four days of class to go and then we depart Santiago and the friends we have made here at our school and I feel the loss already.
The safety and comfort of our weekly routine is established and easy. Get up, have our oatmeal and tea, buy coffee on our way to the school, make another cup of tea and say our “holas”and “muy biens” before seeking out our classrooms. Our class mates have been with us since day one; Dong Joon from South Korea and Kapil from India. While we are learning for fun, for Kapil it is serious business; he’s been transferred from Mumbai to Santiago for work. He’s a financial controller for a logistics company and in his office of 20 people, he is the only one who speaks English. We feel for him because it doesn’t matter so much for us.
For Dong joon (whom we know as Lee, which is his second name), well, his studies are for love. He met a Chilean woman while doing a language class in London. He has come to Santiago to be with her.
We enjoy the company we have in our little classes, and the laughter we share with our teachers. The rooms are warm and the tea is plentiful.
There is chatter and laughter in the recreation room.
And there’s Astrid. A force of nature. Our “activities officer” who bursts into our classes with an enormous voice, a kiss, a cheek pinch for the boys, waving her week’s schedule of opportunities for being tourists.
The company with which she works offers activities to many different language school in Santiago. Each outing is a guessing game of who we are going to meet up with this time: Alto our 2m tall European friend? Or Isabella, from DC who’s part of a military family?, or perhaps Annette who’s from Brisbane and is lots of fun? or Justin, who’s a pilot in the US forces?.
On Friday night we all ended up on a bus together at a winery. The bus ride home was so much fun.
Thanks Justin, for buying the corkscrew!
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