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Today was the first time I have really felt homesick since I've been here. It started earlier when I was having some tea that reminded me of the RedRose that my mom always keeps at home and progressed later on after I spoke to my dad.

The time that it really set in, though, was when I was at the supermarket with Carlos. We were looking for cheddar cheese so I could make nachos (one of the Americanish foods I've been craving) and we couldn't find it anywhere except in little laminated sandwich packages. We finally found these little bricks for entirely too much money but though Carlos insisted we get them (at least this once) I was constantly conscious of how much they cost, how little was there, and how unhomelike it was to only have flavorless cheeses available.

Cheese is a big thing in my family, and we tend to like sharp cheeses too. In Chile it seems that they only like bland mozzarella type cheese and that only reminds me that I'm on the other side of the world. I've been craving nachos for weeks and now that I have the makings (the entire supermarket only carried one flavor of salsa, by the way) I have to be stingy in my usage. Que lastima.

I miss home. I miss popcorn with yeast, I miss fruit soups, I miss nachos and "whatever you can find" dinners.

Its good to be here, but I would like just a day back again.

Out for the night. Peace.


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Its about 45 min after I first posted this and I'm feeling much better. I've had my nachos which were as similar as I think I'm gonna get with out going to a specialty import store, and they cheered me up nicely. I begrudged for a moment having to share them with the others (they seem to think that when it's meal time I should eat four helpings, but when it's my snack time I should share one helping) but I got over it and am happier for it.

One thing I thought was interesting, at the supermarket the American (US American) section consisted mainly of Prego tomato sauce and mayonnaise. Strange...