so i just got back from viña and honestly the transition is hitting different. like, you spend a few days just existing by the beach, sketching random stuff, having beers with no real schedule, and then suddenly you're back in santiago's chaos and your brain's still somewhere else entirely.
i hit up the market this morning just to ease back in, you know? needed that familiar grind of people and vendors and the whole vibe. grabbed some food, walked around like i was still on vacation mode. everyone's rushing, doing their thing, and i'm just there with my cap on, taking it slow, watching people move around me. the market's always been my reset button, even when i'm supposed to be productive or whatever.
the thing about coming back is that it's not instant. you don't just flip a switch and go back to normal life. part of you's still sitting at that beach bar with a sketchbook, cold beer sweating in your hand, the ocean doing its thing behind you. i was actually drawing while i waited for the sunset the other day—just doodling this weird cat character surrounded by stars. no real purpose, just felt right in the moment.
now i'm back and everyone wants to know what i did, if it was sick, all that. and yeah it was chill, but what they don't get is that the best part wasn't some landmark or anything. it was the slow hours. the sitting still part. the drinking and drawing and not thinking about what comes next.
still adjusting, but the market helped. maybe tomorrow i'll actually get stuff done.
