The cranes, drills and hammers play a familiar tune outside my window: Development. It's the most popular song in Santiago right now; you can hear it playing almost everywhere you go. I wake up to the beat of it, go to sleep to it, and have gotten quite good at tapping my foot to it. If I could ascribe lyrics, the tune would go something like this: "There are more apartments than people, but we're not going to stop building, so get your ass down to Santiago and move in!"

No class on Friday. It's a delightful feeling. My next class is Monday night at 6:30, so my weekends are extra long. No plans yet for the day. Thinking about heading out to take pictures. Don't know of what yet. Something other than apartment buildings, to be sure.