Why don't I have my Chilean ID? ... because I'm not Chilean

So 2 days after April took off back to the land of cheap peanutbutter, coffee grinders, and electric toasters, I was struck down on my way to school. A chilean woman was rushing a book to her daughter at school and tried to pass me, only lift me off the ground stuff me on to her hood, Throw my helmet through her window, and finally skid to a stop, bouncing up onto the curb, and trowing me off her hood, onto the ground by the sidewalk. Here's photos I had an onlooker take.
That's the bike slayer there on the left in the flowered get-up.

I'm the tall one
This is the whepon

There's the bike, along with her, her weapon of mass destruction, and my life saving bike.

She hit me at a speed of 35mph. When she hit me, she hit me from the rear, hitting my rear wheel first, then my left side. The wheels on the bike (29ers) were big enough, so that when she hit me, it simply lifted me up onto her hood, and I rode it out on her hood, until, due to breaking forces, I rolled off onto that grass you see in the last photo. I was lucky. The bike was fine, absolutely NO damage, and I had a bit of a scraped up left leg, some ripped shorts, and a broken helmet. The Carabineros were facinated by the fact that I didn't have a Chilean ID card. I guess I'm starting to look the part... What do you think?

She doesn't want to pay me for my helmet and my shorts, so, I think I'll just let karma take care of her, either that or the Carabineros (Chilean police).

It was nearing up on the end of the program. Everyone was frantically going around, and making sure to say bye to all their new friends, before going back home. Steve Mac and I went to La Vega Central one more time, mainly because it's a rad place... and to drink a drink called a "terremoto" (earthquake) at a famous bar called "La Piojera".

A terremoto is a drink made of wine, and pineapple ice cream. They are OUTRAGEOUSLY sweet, and pretty good, and smooth, but pretty strong as well.

We then went to La Vega, where we discovered these genius signs.
Yah, you guessed it, spinach is labeled "Popeye" and garlic is labled "Viagra", and no, those arn't the Spanish words for them.

We then moved on to a "completo a lo pobre" which is a hot dog covered in sauteed onions, a fried egg, and cheese. It was crazy.


The following weekend I was invited to Valpariso with Mac, and her "host family" (her host family are really just really good friends whom she lived with here).




Valpariso was a blast, then it was back for the last week of school.