I ran over nine lomos de toro on the way to Rachel's preschool this morning. That's what Chileans call their beloved speed bumps - bull's backs. It's a strange way to describe what might range from one of those raised crosswalks all the way through a straight-up-and-down shock-buster. Needless to say, it's a bumpy ride to preschool. Then, on the way home, because Santiago also loves reversible streets and one way streets, I had to bump over another eleven lomos. Only to repeat the whole thing three hours later to pick Rachel up. I stopped thinking the speed bumps were strange several months ago: another testament to my transformation. I am pretty sure that all 50 buses, 55 taxis, 2 horse-drawn wagons, 843 pedestrians, 6 police vehicles, and 64 bright-yellow twelve-passenger school-transportation vans didn't even notice all the bumps.