Sunday: I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning/afternoon

Ok, I grant you that:
     1.) mornings have always been impossible for me, and
     2.) in my hostel, getting out of bed has meant leaving a nice warm bed for a cold, unheated room,
but my first indication should have been that I didn't wake up 'til 11. Normally, I'll wake up between 9:30- 9:45, and stay in bed, shuddering against the idea of leaving my warm blankets. Then I'd conduct some business (mainly in the form of email) while still covered, and finally force myself to get up after 60-90 minutes.
At first, I thought of my still-long shopping list, and how on top of shopping, I also needed to leave to find wifi that I could abuse for the attachment-loaded emails I had coming.
Now, 2.5 hours later, I am grouchy because there was no wifi to be found. I wandered near my apartment, found a street big on shopping and restaurants, but because it's cloudy, there's no internet today. My first thought was, "There's a debate on whether or not Chile is a third-world country. When your wifi's functionality is dependent on a clear view of the sun, you're in a third-world country." But hell, the internet was prone to getting knocked out for a few hours by storms in Chicago, so is it REALLY that valid a comparison?
I'm finally trying the bar around the corner from my apartment. Naturally, this fine establishment isn't fine enough to have even signed up for wifi that wouldn't work on a cloudy day anyway.
And the thing about wifi? I HAVE wifi in my apartment. Wifi that would work, even today, I am sure. But due to the draconian limits of data I can get on it per month, I can't just open and send emails with attachments. I'm concerned about going on facebook: do the pics on that count against my data? Yep, see, most of you are thinking that a 3-year-old knows the answer to that. And I, lacking such basic knowledge, decided to use the world-savyness I've just demonstrated by moving to another country. Because clearly I've got the know-how to back this thing up.
Which reminds me of another idea I've encountered in Chile (though every time I've left the country, I've had to hear it from at least a few people): that I am just a mugging-victim waiting to happen. I am CONSTANTLY being told I have to be careful: put your phone/purse/laptop/whatever away & out of sight, because someone will just walk by & take it. & due to my being a gringa, I will be targeted by thieves & muggers. I don't know. Maybe I've just been lucky, and everyone else is right. But it reminds me of when I went to Italy, and before and after I got back, I heard countless stories of pickpocket victims or outright muggings. This never once happened, and was, from what I could tell, ever really a danger. I honestly can't figure out who these people are & what vibe they're giving off. Is it becaue I'm used to living in a city & always being aware of my surroundings, consciously and un-? That I usually wear my purse secured to myself in some way? No: I've switched to my handheld black-&-red Italian purse.
More & more I am of the opinion that it's my Resting Bitch Face. I've always thought of it as a handicap when dealing with everyone but my fellow suffererers or Europeans. (Aside: we all know I wanted to be in Italy, right? That anyplace that isn't Italy is Purgatory? We all know that, for all the issues I had with Paris, 1 of the things I've loved about the Old World, Paris included, is that the US custom of smiling as your default expression is indicative of being an idiot? My friends at work were just as likely as the random person on the street to accost me with questions about everything being ok when I was just walking, minding my own damned business. I'm a terrible liar therefore a terrible actress, hence I know I was walking around with a, I-will-fuck-you-up-for-breathing-asshole look on my face. People in the US are as ignorant of the subtlties of not-smiling as lint. I'm beggining to think it's one of the many points of commonality among North & South Americans.
My brother-in-law Bill said that Chile is like the US' little brother, and I have to say, I see it. I get the sense that behind/beyond the ubiquitious couples kissing everywhere is the same conservative attitudes on a wide variety of subjects. God, you'd think being in a country that doesn't think a drink at lunch and kissing wherever you are would mean you'd left behind boring, irritating Puritanism. Nope.