Livin the Hostel Life

So I made it to Santiago and the customs dudes didn't even blink when I told them I was vacationing for three months in their country. That damn little blue booklet they stamped sure comes in handy sometimes. I've been here for about 36 hours, so there is plenty of time for me to freak out in the future, but I have to say, the actual process of doing this crazy thing became incredibly less anxiety ridden once I began the journey and was no longer sitting on the couch trying to plan it. I'm not really freaked out about anything yet. I have my own tiny room in a hostel, where if I put my wireless card on my shoulder, I sometimes get a "very good" signal. This only happened after 20 minutes of the owner giving me tech advice on how to connect to his hidden network, but it's not like I really have anywhere to go. He also sold me an adapter so I can plug my computer in. Thank you very much, sir. And some other guy that works here gave me an old phone, so all I have to buy is the SIM card.

My apartment search has been slightly less successful. After several confusing emails and a couple of missed appointments cuz the lady didn't respond, I finally looked at the first place this evening. A very nice apartment indeed. The only problem is, when the woman answered the door I realized that I had made a huge assumption that she was my age and not my mom's. And as much as I love my mama, I was happy to move out of her house and don't feel like moving in with a Chilean mom 3 days later. So the search continues. Luckily I have a few leads and hopefully one of them will pan out.