¿donde esta la biblioteca? or -- life with the olsens--

so, the olsens were here on their magical mystery tour which, alas, has come to an end. although at times it seemed like a scene out of Lost in Translation, i think all in all it went pretty well. my mother fell in love with ceviche, a way of preparing fish, which she confused with cerveza, the spanish word for beer. needless to say, she got a lot of strange looks. my dad got chilean driving experience in our rented car while giving my mom and i whiplash. he also grew quite fond of the word despues, but often forgot what it meant (after, later), which lead to a lot of random confusion. they also had a lively incident with an atm machine that involved taking out 8, 20, 80 and 200 dollars in each of four attempts in a span of 5 minutes. we laughed a lot. i think the best part of it all was having them see my life here(and of course, seeing them), as though if people that are a large part of my life there see my life here, it will somehow make it more real. a lot of the time i feel as though i am living in this world that isnt quite real life, but it is the life that im living nonetheless. almost as though now the existance of this life is more valid now. i dont know. pictures to follow.