“I wanna go, I wanna go, I WANNA GO!”
“Mark… there are many churches in this city. We aren’t going to all of them.”
“I need it.”
“I NEED TO CHECK!”
Alright, just this one, I sigh. I already know that dragging Mark out of the church will be a chore. The five-minutes-and-that’s-it just doesn’t work.
We step inside La Merced. It’s dark inside and there are people praying, or at least that’s what I assume they are doing with their heads bowed. Maybe they are eating a hot dog after all, who knows? I ain’t Mark, I’m not going to check.
Churches in Chile are very dark and feel more serious than in Brazil or Argentina. The depictions of Jesus are also more…
“Mommy, Jesus bobo. Oh look! There is BLOOOOOOD!”
Yep. That’s Jesus bleeding on the cross. Quite graphic, actually.
“Same a Mark. Big bobo. I jumped on the bed and head bobo, blood everywhere, mommy crying, hurt.”
Great. Now Mark thinks he is Jesus. It’s bad enough that Feng has an ego the size of a Donald Trump real estate project, now our son thinks he is suffering like Jesus.
I am NOT the Virgin Mary.
Last Monday, it was actually fairy cold in Santiago, with temperatures in the low 20ºC. On Tuesday, Mark didn’t feel so well. He didn’t want to eat and wanted to sleep, which is unusual for him, so in the evening, we went to see the doctor. We didn’t know where to go, so I asked at a pharmacy which sent us to the general hospital, and the hospital wanted to send us to the kid’s hospital… and I said stop. I wasn’t overly worried about Mark’s health, Feng was the one freaking out. I asked if there was anywhere closer we could take him.
There was. We ended up in a private hospital where we had to pay to see a doctor, but the whole process was super efficient. We registered, were called right away, seen by a nurse and then the pediatrician came, an older lady. She looked wise. Mark was totally in love with her and of course, he enjoyed the attention. Fifteen minutes later, the verdict was that Mark had a cold.
We were both glad it wasn’t anything serious.
Mark was fine although he didn’t feel like eating much and he actually napped a bit for a few days. We took it easy and explored the city, including its many museums.
I love Chilean museums. First, most of them are free and very interactive. second, the buildings are usually historical buildings or interesting constructions, like the Centro Cultural La Moneda. I appreciate the way Chile is exploring its culture and revisiting its past… it’s fascinating.