Selling out in Santiago

Today, I sold out. Big time. And it felt good.

I arrived in Santiago around 6am. I went to my hostel, I took a nap. I woke up two hours later. I was hungry. I decided to get started with the city, I would go on the self-guided walking tour provided in my Lonely Planet book. (LP is no Rick Steves. More on LP vs. Rick later.) But first, I had to find some food. By the time I got my metro card and got to the center and couldn´t find the mystery cafe recommended by said tour book, it was after 11. I spotted a Burger King. I sold out for the first time today. But man did that Whopper and fries taste good.

A few hours later, I was towards the end of my tour and on my way to the Presidential Palace when I spotted a Dunkin´Donuts. No big deal, except that through the window I could see blueberry muffins. I heart blueberries. A lot. Eat them by the handful and love them in muffins and pancakes. I have been in South America for nearly 8 months and this is the first time I´ve spotted them in any way, shape, or form. Not even in huge produce markets that have everything other fruit known to man. I don´t even know the word in Spanish for blueberry. I had to have one. I started eating the muffin while walking, but that just didn´t feel right, so I sat down on a bench and savored it. It was perfection.

So good ahead and judge me for my shameless exploitation of Western commercialism. I don´t care.