The best thing about traveling to another country is waking up before everyone there
and jogging through it while it's getting dressed for the day.
In developing countries, this is an incredibly efficient way to get gawked at.
My first day in Santiago, I ran to the top of a hill at 7 am
The road was so deserted I thought I'd missed an air raid siren.
Even the squirrels looked suspicious.
I was on my way down before I saw any other people. Dozens of joggers on their way up.
They nodded and hola'd, admiring my fortitude.
I yelled 'America!' loud enough for them to hear through their earbuds.
Based on the number of joggers, plus the rate of earbuds-per-jogger, I concluded midway through my run that Chile is less developingey than I thought it would be.
It looks more like the US from overtop than Mexico.
Aside from the language and the abstinence, you could mistake it for LA.
At the top of the hill the Virgin Mary congratulates you on making the altitude.
For a few minutes, it was just me and her.
Standing still and looking out at what we'd done.
She's been looking longer than I have.
I hope I have her patience to see what's below.
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