So, February huh? I won’t apologize, as this distance between posts is now becoming more frequent. Just know that my little piece of internet is always on my mind, but coming up with witty phrases and thinking of interesting stories for all of you to read (and ideally enjoy) is harder than I may lead you to believe.
I last wrote on Joaquin turning 1, and now he’s almost 1+2 months, and quite a bit of life has happened since then.
Two days after that post, my mom arrived in Chile to help me with Joaquin while Andrés was in the Bolivian jungle loving on orphans and doing service projects for two weeks with El Oasis. What a great man I married. I hope to get my first guest writer (husband) to tell you about that trip, as I cannot captivate what it was truly like.
Meanwhile in Chile, my mom got to spend lots of one-on-one time with her favorite grandson while I was bringing home the bacon. She can be credited for teaching him to walk, no biggie, right? She walked around our apartment building with him so many times he was walking better than me by the end of the week. Plus, now we get to say, Joaquin (hua-keen) is walking, which a just creates a whole new level of word fun, amirite?
Grandma played with him non-stop and pretty much saved my life from seeing what it would have been like to be a single parent for more than two days. And on the downside (…but really the upside), I had some kind of stomach bug at work on the 20th and was given three days off by my doctor and didn’t have to go back until the 26th. Well now…didn’t that work out nicely?
During our grandma-mommy-grandson time, we were able to go to Pomaire and buy some of their famous pottery, eat lunch at a restaurant that had an small problem with over-usage of avocados and see some large, scary Mapuche faces.
We also went to the large public pool on top of Cerro San Cristóbal. Andrés had always deterred me from going to both of these places, either too crowded, not interesting or too expensive (in the case of the pool), but since he was out of the country he didn’t get an opinion on whether or not we went.
Then, the party really got going on the 29th when my sister and dad arrived. Andrés made it back on the 30th at night, just in time for all of us to go to Pedro and Paula’s wedding. Pedro (one of Andrés’ many cousins on his mom’s side), stayed with my parents when Andrés and I got married way back when, and they’ve stayed in touch exchanging soccer jerseys and communicating in spanglish.
He had just started dating Paula when we got married, so my family was excited to have been invited to the wedding. Also, 85 degree January days didn’t deter them too much from coming down either.
The wedding reception was stunning, Paula’s taste really showed through the decoration and arrangements. It wasn’t like anything I had ever seen for a wedding, but it was so classy and screamed “Chilean Secret Garden”.
We gringos barely survived until 2am, and were the first to say our goodbyes. Andrés and I finally got to bed around 4am after driving back into the city and dropping my family off at their airbnb place, and by some divine miracle we were able to get ourselves out of bed and pick up Joaquin from his gracious babysitters by 10am.
Julia left on the 3rd and my mom and dad went back on the 6th. It was different for me to say goodbye to them this time around, because it’s the first time since Joaquin was born that we’re all not 100% sure when we will be together again. Every other time we have said goodbye, there has always been another trip planned, and this time we don’t know when that next time may be. Andrés and I are doing our best to save this year, and spending $2500 on plane tickets doesn’t really attribute to the whole idea of ‘saving’. Plus, my head is still reeling from 8 long haul flights with an infant last year with two of those being pushed to day flights. Nah…just can’t do it again…not just yet…how will I ever do it again…just don’t think about it right now…it’s temporary…except I might die…Yes, all part of my normal thought process regarding the subject.
For now, we’re getting things in order for Andrés’ visa, enjoying the last two weeks of summer before 50 bajillion people return to Santiago and take my awesome summer parking spot and make my commute twice as long, purchasing Joaquin’s “school supplies” (why does a one year old need glue sticks again?), and me focusing on the positives and taking better care of myself: physically, spiritually and emotionally. More on that later.
And in case you were wondering, veraneando = summering (coming from your classic verano meaning summer)