I bought (clean) underpants in the metro station.

This afternoon I visited the house of Pablo Neruda, La Chascona. When I asked what that meant, my tutora told me, "It's you know, unkempt, uncombed hair-it's like yours.", I kidd you not. But the truth is, I totally didn't shower today, so I'm sure my hair was a real treat to behold. Anyway, about the house-it's gorgeous and tiny! It's filled with furniture from ships (hence the small-scale) and has tons collectibles in it. Apparently Neruda was a bit of a hoarder, so he collected all kinds of things: colored glass, postcards, paintings of watermelons, the usual. And get this- what we saw was only 20% of the collection in that house! Unfortunately, most of the collectibles were destroyed during the golpe de estado, when planes were bombing the city. And on top of that, Pablo had 2 other houses filled with more collectibles. But the best part by far: seeing his Nobel Peace Prize in literature!

In other news, today was my day to do all of my commuting myself. I traveled in and out of the city alone, and although that may not sound very challenging to the average bear, it took me about an hour and a half just to get home. I am hoping that that isn't the usual. Getting off of the metro, I went to the bust stop to wait for my bus. That never came. So, I walked the 20 blocks to my house. Of course the bus didn't show it's ugly face until I was crossing the street, completing the last ten steps of my walk. And now all the stoves in the house are out of gas and it's about 40 degrees outside! In more uplifting news: dinner was great tonight, mushroom cream-sauce and pasta. I'll work on having a more exciting entry tomorrow. For now, I need to do my homework.