Thank you for...
The words you have given me. I can better express what I feel now.
La comida rica, las empanadas, la charquicán y el pisco sour.
The people I have gotten to know. My host nieces and nephews, my program director, my host family, my fellow gringos, interesting hostel guests.
Showing me how to live in the present. Teaching me that time passes through me, not I through it.
Allowing me to accept that I don't have control over everything. Sea lo que sea, como Dios quiera.
Your geographical variety. The mountains to the east, beaches to the west, desert to the north, polar to the south.
The changes that I have yet to recognize within myself and my perspective on the world.
Chile, junto a decirte chao, yo te pido que cuando regrese que aceptes la diversidad de la gente que hay en el mundo. I sincerely hope that, someday when I return, everyone is welcome, respected, and accepted in Chile-- the gays and the transgendered; the Protestants and the Muslims; the blacks and the Amerindians; the women who want abortions and those who have children out of wedlock; those with Mapuche last names and those with German ones; the blondes and the brunettes; the Peruvians and the Bolivians; and everyone else who would like a home, if only temporary, in Chile.
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