Da -1: The Long Sojourn

spent about 18 hours flying, 8 layovering, and still hate airports. still hate brightly lit perfume departments, still hate parents who insist on dragging their orchestral foetuses around, still hate bogan Aussie men talking about their Contiki one-night stand, still hate being served meals just as i fall asleep, but as the comedian Louis CK puts it, tons of shit in the air is still a miracle.

would like to marry my inflatable pillow, will petition the gays to add pillows to list of things which a civil union simply will not express one´s eternal bond.

promtply lost said betrothed. i hope some chilean hobo enjoys your airy company.

The travel agency are amazing. i admit i liked being picked up and put down, not worring about bills, but i adore their guides. the one greeting me knew very quickly when to be tactful.
"So Catarina, what is it youdo?"
"I teach"
"Oh so young" *sympathetic face* "What you teach?"
"History"
"Inca?"
"Yes", what? eating nachos count. and i´m not being rude with my singular syllabic replies, but this was after he had asked me the extent of my Spanish, which consisted of: donde esta la biblioteca, ¨l´aranga, discotheca, buenos dias" and i stopped myself from saying "Cameron Dias" because she isn´t Spanish. after that i felt i should be showing off by speaking so much Ingles
"You must go to Museo Archaeology!"
"ok"
"and next to it is Museo of Peruvian History, and next to that is National Art Gallery, and-"
"can i be honest? i don´t actually like museums or galleries...*quietly*...or information really"
"but you teacher!"
"Well, ok, do breweries count?"
"you HISTORY teacher!"
"i know"

i gave me a pat on the shouldersso after arrivng in South America for half an hour i had irreversibly damaged our national education image