To tired to write. Just come back from the weekend from hell.
We went to the beach so Oedipus could breath some healthy air.
The car run out of order in the middle of the rute.
Dominique, one of my best friend, has to wake her children in the middle of the night, dress them to the Polo chill, and rescue us. So instead of being at the beach, we spent three days with Domi who lives at the country side. That was the good part, bad part was that the red car has literally die. We could make some arragenments that cost over million pesos (Dollar is $700 chilean pesos, we earn $600.000). We will sell it, and at least finish to pay the car debt and the arrangement.
Also, we sleep in the worst bed ever. They are called futon, and are japanese. Achh, hate it.
Oedipus wake both nights at 5:30, and never slept again.
A good thing was, that a couple of parents from my daughter class, were near Dominique's house (small world) and offer to bring her and the bags to Santiago (where we live).
So we arrive today by bus, and start looking at the silver beetle keys for picking Athenea jr....only to find out that they were at the red car, two hours away from home. Can I curse?
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