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I have literally reached a crossroads here at Where's Wetzler, and I have no idea what to do. Which is why I'm soliciting your help, faithful reader. I'm in a town called Nasca, Peru, famous for lines made out of rocks by people thousands of years ago that represent certain animals like parakeets, monkeys, and possibly even an orca whale.  My plan was to make it to Southern Chile and work for a guy who has turned out to be slightly insane (see: certifiably). So now I'm confused. The smart thing would be to try to get a job teaching English in Arequipa, Peru.  But I don't want to do the smart thing.  I want to get rad.  I want to surf.  I want to wear fake Raybans by the side of the road and grow my hair out and shower infrequently and play the guitar poorly. In short, I might want to become a hippy.

Now, if you know me, you know the words I'm speaking are blasphemy.  You know I hate hippies.  But we are what we hate, right?   Or, often times you hate something because SUPPOSEDLY it exists somewhere deep inside of you.  And I've always hated hippies.  So maybe deep down, way deep down in a part of Wetzler rarely explored (somewhere near my right kneecap), I desperately want to become a hippy. It's possible.  Horrible, but possible. So for now I'm going to make a big sign of cardboard that says "Santiago de Chile" and try to hitchhike my way south.  Who knows where I'll make it.  And who knows if I'll end up buying a guitar and fake Raybans.  Like I said, I'm at a crossroads, and the only thing to do when you get to a crossroads is start 'a walkin'.

Party.