Jessamyn just took off for the airport and Neal is driving back to the Estancia Valle Chacabuco.

Neal is studying the pumas in the park. Everyday he looks at the GPS locations of the pumas´radio collars from the past few days, and when the pumas stayed in one area for a while, it usually means they killed something there and ate it for a few days. He then hikes to that location and finds the kill site, then records the data on what they were eating, how old it was, male or female, and other things. He will be here until June or something, then he is possibly moving to Montana to study wolves.

Our first night in Coyhaique we all went out to a huge dinner of amazing steaks, then went out for some drinks. Those drinks then turned into a night of dancing until 3am.

I bought a cool sheep wool/baby alpaca wrap sweater thing. It cost a ton, but they make each one on looms in the back of the shop, and we met the lady who runs it, her kids and her husband. The shop was filled with ponchos and wrap sweaters. Anya, Jessamyn, and I tried on almost every single thing in the store. Everything was sooooooo nice. The most incredibly soft things and they all looked so chic. I also picked up a really cool scarf.

One of our biggest jokes from volunteering is the name of a little lamb who lived at the administracion, where the workers live in the park. He just ran around all day eating and being cute. The kids are mostly terrified of him because he head butts them. But it is ok because they ride him all around too. The best part about this sheep is his name: Jamey Namey. If you can imagine this being said in the Chilean accent, it is the most amazing thing ever. Once we learned the name of this sheep we were always yelling it everywhere, and it just turned into this big thing. I just got a message on facebook from James who is still in the park. He was in the car with everyone plus one of the kids. They drive past a bunch of sheep and the kid yelled out "Hay muchos Jamey Nameys!!!!" (There are many Jamey Nameys!!!!!) It was even funnier because we were convinved they were lying to us, and that the name was really Jeinimeni (henni-menni), which was a nature reserve next to the valley we were in.