Slumber Party in Santiago

hello. I am in the Santiago airport. I have exactly 200 dollars in my wallet. I just brushed my teeth and read my favorite article I've ever read in a surf magazine. It was about surfing in the Aleutians. The waves were incredible. So blue. The article actually kind of sucked but I love the concept of finding prefect peeling waves in a place so remote. I love Alaska. And now I'm sitting on the ground killing time before my flight which leaved at 346 in the morning. It's almost 930. Over six hours to kill. I just ate a shit ton of candy, too. I've showered twice in the past week. And this considering I was working in customer service. It's actually kind of weird not to be at isabels house. I have lived and breathed the hostel the last week and a half. Almost every waking moment has been consumed by the hostel. It will be weird not to say goodnight to baco tonight. To worry if I forgot something at the other hostel. And what's coming is five days of beach paradise. Five days of surfing and doing whatever I want. I woke up at 8 this morning with the intention of helping with breakfast but Isabel basically told me to go back to bed, which I tried unsuccessfully to do. On my way out Isabel sheepishly handed me what looked like ten or twenty thousand pesos for my hard work and extra hours, and when I got to my room I realized it was actually thirty thousand. I was floored. What an act of generosity. I let out a small whoop as I walked to the bus terminal. The bus was seven hours and mostly terrible. It stopped so damn much. When we got to Santiago I took the metro to bellavista and then walked up San cristobal with my backpack, also terrible. But rewarding. I prayed to the virgin Mary at the top. Twice. Once asking for a bunch of shit and the second time just for help living my leyenda personal. There was a girl who sounded vaguely French talking about an ayahuasca trip. The sun was setting and then I went down. My dinner consisted of a salad mixed with mashed potatoes that I bought at Santa isabela and ate on a bench. Afterward I ate some gummies and got a bus to the airport, where I am now. Lying on the ground by women's restroom. Killing time. Wondering what's happening with a certain situation in Colombia. Wishing I would check my email. Wishing I had the loving arms of a girl to lie in. UPDATE: I'm an idiot. I was lying on the cold hard floor lamenting the lack of something soft to lie on when I realized I've been lugging my sister's camping mat all over south America and barely used it. Sound sleep for everyone! Slumber party in Santiago! Everyone is invited. It starts now and ends at approximately 11pm PST. Hurry.