This morning I snapped a few photos of stduents in their Spanish classes. 9am is an unknown hour to virtually everyone in sleeply Pichilemu…but not us!

Each morning while the students are in class, Julie and I wait for the hotel next door to open (around 10 or 10:15am, which is considered “the beginning of the day” here). This hotel has an espresso machine. It fuels the 45 minutes of quiet reading and writing time that we both enjoy.

During the rest of the day our group met and discussed the consensus process (which the students will use to determine their “flexi-week” itinerary), went home for lunch (Julie, Ingmar, and I each joined one of the families for lunch), and surfed (I surfed!). At night the students met up for a dinner out, and Julie and I went back to the cabaña because we’re old and tired twenty-somethings.