no pasa nada

"no pasa nada" is the typical phrase of all Spaniards...everyone from professors to my host sisters to program directors say it allll the time. and well, i guess it's true from time to time. Yesterday me and two other girls had a funny encounter; we decided to stop at a little cafe on our way home, where there were two genuine hippies chillin playing their guitarras y drinking coffee. They asked us to sit down with them at their table, we obliged expecting them to actually talking to us...wellll were we wrong! we sit down, and they both immediately start singing and playing their guitars as if we weren't even there. So obviously i'm sitting there half cracking up and avoiding eye contact with the other girls because it was just such an awkward situation and we didn't know what to do...We order, drink up rather fast, and just chuckle at this guy who is so obviously high stare into space and sing some lyrics, with his other friend repeating, "ole, ole, ole!" yah, that was fun.

Today was the first day of my "intensive" Spanish class that i have for three weeks...it's four hrs long. but we have some interesting people in the class: a woman from Brasil, an older man from Italy, a guy from Germany, a girl from Mexico and us Americans, and our professors (we switch profs halfway during the class) are cool and funny and energetic. On our way back home after class, we took a different route that brought us through some hills just chalk full of apartments and buildings with tiny roads going up and down, and this part of the city, even though it was cleaner and not quite as colorful as Valparaiso, reminded me of the cerros of Valpo...ooohhh Chile. I miss it.