Missing Home

I'm not usually one to miss home while I'm away, but for the past few days I've been wishing that I were heading back to good ol' Chapel Hill at the end of this week. I miss my room and my favorite coffee shops, and my friends. I am definitely excited to see Rebecca for a few days though. Unfortunately it didn't work out for here to visit me here in Santiago, but I am glad to see her environs and hang out in London a bit.

Things here are winding down for the photogs. I'm working on timings to sync the photos and audio. Yesterday and today we're covering the huge festival that's going on here. Nobody really knows which holiday they're celebrating but one of them is about Saint James or something. They lit up the cathedral last night with a beautiful display of fireworks. I'll try to snag a photo from one of the others who was assigned to shoot that, because I had a terrible view from the carnival where I was stationed. I ran into some crazy Galicians later who insisted I join them for a beer. It didn't take much to twist my arm because I had been shooting the rides for way too long. They were all about my age and it was good to get their perspective on many things, including American politics (uck), and Galicia and the fight for independence from Spain (a recent mini-bomb went off here a few days ago, it was no big deal in the end but of course caused a little scare). I also told them all about North Carolina. In the end it was quite a cultural exchange. I'm off now to continue shooting the festival. Today I'm assigned to the big square in front of the Cathedral.