I am finally back in Temuco after a very long week of traveling. This week, though I guess you could say we were all on vacation, was very tiresome for me. The day after I arrived here I was whisked away on the rest of the family vacation. As of now, the majority of my time has been spent in a hotel on the coast. Now, don't get me wrong, I loved being on the coast. It's absolutely gorgeous, but I have been feeling like a person without a home for the last week. I hadn't had a chance to settle in anywhere, I didn't know what I was doing, where I was going, or what to expect when I got there. Now that we're back and I actually have a chance to get my suitcases unpacked, I'm feeling a little more settled, but I'm finding the thought of spending the next five months here just a little intimidating. My brain has gone on Spanish overload and I'm half convinced I'm never going to be able to talk to anyone. People who know me, not necessarily even know me well, but just know me, know that I love to talk, and being somewhere where I spend a great deal of my social time sitting quietly and watching other people talk has been a bit depressing. I know I'll adjust, but it's a little overwhelming at the moment. This whole feeling is not helped by the fact that the majority of the conversation I have during the day is with a four year old. As cute as he is, he's not very good for intelligent conversation. I am missing my family and friends and having a social life. There are some people here my Aunt wants to introduce me to and hopefully that will provide me with some sort of outside activity, but I'm just a little lonely at the moment.