That winter during the break, I joined a group of foreign students who were invited by a Baptist Church in Vermont to visit Dartmouth College. We could stay at the church which had a big dorm facility. I took a Greyhound bus. Since I had the time, I had the opportunity to see New York […]

In spite of my chopped English, I did well with my grades. At the end of the first semester I was offered another semester of studies so I could obtain my Master. To my surprise it seems that some of the studies I had done in Chile were equivalent to courses I needed to get […]

As a good Chilean, I had travelled to USA with two 5-liter bottles. One of red and one of white wine. A couple from Puerto Rico that I had met at the cafeteria invited me one afternoon for dinner. They enjoyed laughing at my Castilian Spanish from Chile, and my Andres Bello influenced grammar. At […]

At the University of Georgia, my course assignments consisted in much reading. I spent many, many hours at the library surrounded by the books and two or three dictionaries and encyclopedias in English and Spanish and also in French. I would read until I was done. It was a very tedious way to read and […]

In 1966, my father told me about an offer for a Rotary Club scholarship in the United States open to children of Rotarians. I applied and obtained it. I had to freshen up my English after a hopeless year at the British Institute while I was at the Journalism school. I took six months of […]