t felt like I just got here? what? I’m leaving?
Honestly I feel like theres some good and some sad to this. I wish I could’ve done more, yet I’m kind of ready to go home because there are a lot of things I miss: my friends, family, food, and the country in general. Its a weird feeling, I guess its close to bitter/sweet? I wanted to write more here, I need to write to finish up more but I was so busy I barely had time to write them. My days were very long, get up at 7, pretty much explore until dinner or an hour or 2 before (which i used to nap) and then stay up til midnight, or sometimes much later. (to my parents dismay) I will probably be catching up on sleep for the next couple days I’m home.
So I need to write at least 3 more blogs (including this one) one about my weekend at the Atacama desert, another about my weekend at Viña del Mar, and the one I’ll talk about now, which is the poor/dog situation here in chile. I’ll try to write them tomorrow (or at least while I’m in the plane for 10 hours.
So to start, el pobre (the poor people)
I don’t have any pictures to describe this because I thought it was inappropriate, but i’ll do my best. Theres a major problem here where there isn’t a middle class, if you live here you’re either in the upper class or the lower class. You either have money or you don’t. Its a vicious cycle, you’re poor and cannot receive an adequate education, which means not finding a good job, which means no money. No one is able to get out because of how inflated the prices are. Also, theres a whole new meaning to poor here, In the US if you’re poor you might still have a house and can live off of food stamps or welfare. Here there isn’t really anything that’s used to help the poor here. Their houses are shacks, and their walls are thin. When I’m in the street, I get called out (because I look like a rich gringa) for money for help, because I look good to them, everything. The other day a lady came up and stopped me to ask for money to the metro, she was standing so close I thought she was going to steal something. They don’t have any fear of coming up to here, they love our skin tone.
On to the dogs, which i have pictures of. just a disclaimer, I have a couple of drinks in most of the pictures so disregard that.
The poor things, the most friendly dogs I’ve seen (besides my own). They come right up to you if you call to them, want to petted, want to be loved. There are so many here, its almost as bad as the squirrels population wise in the streets. I know if I probably grew up in this country it wouldn’t be as big as a deal but so many people still have dogs as pets here but those that are much smaller. The one in the last photo was my friend for the night, he saw me and I gave him the rest of the taco i was eating, and he leaned on my leg the rest of the night. I felt so bad when I had to leave him. I hope that one day we will be able to solve this problem, because obviously this country doesn’t know what they’re doing.