"Nothing Exciting" in Chile

I was just telling my host-sister about how I couldn't update my blog now since I hadn't done anything exciting this week. She then reminded me about how I played the bass in the plaza yesterday and how my host-dad threw a party at our house last night. Actually, as she also mentioned, a week of life in Chile is enough to write about in itself. She's right, of course, but things here are starting to feel normal. I'm beggining to forget that if three months ago, I'd done any of the things I've done this week, I probably would have written a very long blog post about it. I suppose yiou really can get used to anything. In the spirit of trying to recapture my sense of wonder though, let me tell you about how Wednesday, I went with my host-siter to the library to look for a book I have to read for school. I didn't find it, but I did check out an Agatha Christie book and Ely and I have decided to make weekly trips to the library a tradition.
I should probably also elaborate on the things mentioned above. Yesterday my school orghanized a "caminato familial", or a family walk from my school to the plaza. Once they got to the plaza, some of the bands in my school played live music. Do you remember how I played the bass during our school's celebration of the 18th? Well we played the same song, El Guillatun, again. We also went first. It was pretty exciting. After that, my host-sister and I went to the exhibition in the Casa de la Cultura dedicated to the 33 miners. It had poems that people had written, things from the "Campamento Esperanza", the camp that the families made outside of the mine, and a lot of other mementoes. It was really beautiful.
After walking back to the house, we improvised something to eat for lunch since my host-mom is in China on a buisness trip. At about 3, my host-dad's friends started arriving for a birthday party that lasted until about 6. Yes, I'm talking about 6 am. I went to bed at about 11, but I did go swimming for the first (actually make that second) time in our pool. Apparently my host-dad's friends are all very musically talented, they're part of a tuna or some kind of traditional band. They played a bunch of songs on the guitar and sang. It was pretty cool.
Today, we pretty much spent the whole day sleeping and cleaning up.