Return to Santiago...

I made it safely to my bed and breakfast. It is nice and in a safe neighborhood, near the Lider store--score--and pleasant. The owners speak spanish, english and french and the woman is overeager to please. She definitely wanted to make me feel at ease in her home which is great. A hot tub would be nice, but you cannot have everything, right?
I went to lunch today with Sharleen and I realized that I didn´t want to leave Valpo. It was nice to spend time with someone who I felt comfortable with. She was fun to travel with and I didn´t feel as intimidated trying to get on busses with someone else that I could talk it over with. Chileans speak extremely fast and I catch some of it, definitely, not all of it and due to this I have ended up in some random areas of town or potentially on the wrong bus.
I bought my ticket to Santiago and asked where it was, he said, afuera. Well, they had 12 different ports with busses, 100´s of people shuffling around and I had 5 minutes to get to my bus. I ask a Tur Bus driver if he is the correct bus and he says, no and points me to the left. I look and there isn´t a tur Bus down there and so I run over people trying to get outside to ask the reservationist where I need to be. This guy decides to guide me to where I need to go. Once on the bus, I fall asleep and wake up when we arrive in Santiago. Of course, there is ridiculous traffic and I consider getting off the bus at this point, but I don´t know where I am. I need to make sure that I am near the subway station and so I sit, wait, listen to my bus driver swear and honk his horn. We finally get out and I high tale it to the subway where again, i feel like an exhibit at a museum...Random blonde American. I don´t think they see many blondes in this country, or at least they don´t act like it. It is like a novelty that I don´t want.
I am off, searching for groceries and peace.