Mi Cumpleaños

We're going to take a break from the Tales of Rancagua because it's my birthday and that's damn special. Granted, in this country 18 is the legal drinking age, and the other day I was hanging out in a bar with a 16 year old and a 17 year old. It was actually more that we were existing in the same place at the same time. I didn't ask them to come hang out with me, but I digress. The point is that it's not as big of a deal here as it is in Los Estados Unidos. Anyway, for my birthday, the mess hall has sung (sang? singed?)me happy birthday twice (once in Spanish and once in English) and I keep getting handshakes, hugs, and kisses. I alos ate lunch twice and got this special meal of steak with an egg on top and french fries. It's a pretty sweet deal and tomorrow I will tell you of my adventures on Thursday night in Rancagua.