Is this real life?!

I leave Chile in a week. This doesn't seem right. My time in Santiago has passed faster than I ever expected (and wished). My emotions on my departure are jumbled and contradicting; I'm both sad to leave but so excited to get home, will miss so many "Chilenismos" but have a long list of things in the US that I can't wait to get back to. The next week is going to be busy- starting with finals on Tuesday and lots and lots of goodbyes.
On Thursday we had our Cena de Despedida, or the farewell dinner. All the students, professors, and directors celebrated our four months together with good food, a slideshow, an impromptu dance off, and a ridiculous amount of wine. By the end of the night the entire room was happily buzzed and was, as a friend so nicely put it, bursting with love.
Speakin' of some loving, last weekend twenty of us headed back to Algarrobo to celebrate Thanksgiving. Though hand-mashed Mashed potatoes (picture to come) were the only traditional item on the table, everyone of us was so grateful for our experience in Chile that it made for an unforgettable Turkey Day. Highlights include two friends saving a drowning man in the ocean, watching the beautiful sunset on the beach, and dancing to reggaeton late into the night.
On Sunday of that weekend I went to a circus. I was expecting elephants and tight-ropes and instead got chubby four year olds doing sideways summersaults. That last sentence made it sound horrible but it was actually so incredibly cute I wanted to pick each and every kid up and take them home. And I'm lying partially. While the beginning did feature youngins, the end was filled with incredible acrobatics by older, extremely talented kids. I had a blast.

On Monday I saw Swan Lake (the ballet) with a group of fancy schmancy Gringos. It was exactly the same as the English version. (Big surprise :) Tuesday was my final dance class. If anyone wants to Tango when I get back give me a shout cause I got some new dance moves that will certainly impress. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday nights were long ones. I am very, very proud to say my partying habits are much more Chilean than I ever thought. Despite having class in the mornings, and sometimes despite my wishes, I stayed out until around three each time! Wahoooo
Now to digress, here are just a few of the things I love and am going to miss about Chile.
Manjar- It is a delicious dulce de leche type spread but even better. It's more or less the peanut butter of Chile.You can put it on everything.

Palta- While I am actually not going to miss this item since avocados are bountiful in California, I am going to miss this word. Say it a few times. Palta, palta, palta. Doesn't it have a wonderful ring to it? Most Spanish speaking countries call the avocado "aguacate" but of course not Chile. For that I am thankful.

Street vendors- I can find anything I could possibly need sold on mats on the sidewalk. Headphones, art, mascara, purses, hair brushes, yogurt, stickers, barbies, pots, you name it, it's there. And generally all for under "2 lucas" which is around four dollars.Not bad.
Chilean money- SO much cooler than the U.S.'s. Bright and colorful.

Charquican- Imagine mashed potatoes, meat, peas, squash, carrot, and corn all mashed up together.
Bus Musicians- Every day on my long bus ride to school, I get to groove to live music. Sometimes it's rapping, sometimes traditional Chilean folk music, occasionally a Beatle's Song will be thrown into the mix. Sometimes the renditions require that I put back in my headphones and resume listening to my ipod, but usually the performers are extremely talented. At the end they come around asking for money and depending on how heavy my coin purse is I'll give them 100 pesos or so.

The Bus System in General- I can decide I am going six hours to the South on Friday morning, walk to a bus terminal, buy a ticket, and by noon be on my way. Usually they play classy movies (Sister Act and Step-Brothers are just a few I remember) provide juice and crackers, and arrive in the time they promised. Though the busses are almost never air-conditioned and it's summer in Chile, the rides are usually sweaty ones but that is just a minor blip in the overall awesome system.

The Kiss- You kiss EVERYONE in Chile all the time. Greetings and goodbyes are always long drawn out processes because you have to go around to every single person and plant a peck on their right cheek. There are some unspoken rules about the kiss though. Women kiss everyone. Men kiss women. Men shake hands with other men unless they are bros and then men kiss men. This is my favorite type of kiss.

Mi Familia Chilena- This goes without saying. I have had such a wonderful time in Santiago, much of it due to the loving and kind family I was lucky to live with for the past nearly four months. They treated me as their own daughter and I am going to miss seeing them every day.

I'm going to have to cut myself off here because the list goes on and on and I'm getting a little sad :( BUT I am also so so so so so excited to see my family and friends back home and I am anxiously awaiting Monday the 13th at around 11 PM when I can give my mom, dad, and Keenan a big hug and kiss (gotta keep the Chilean tradition going)

Ciao amigos y familia, NOS VEMOS EN UNA SEMANA!

Hitchhiking, Baby Goats, and La Siete Tazas

Please notice our facial expressions are exactly the same.

This was at the little school

Last weekend three friends and I headed south of Santiago to visit El Parque Nacional Radal Siete Tazas. We left Friday afternoon, fully planning on arriving to the Park that same day, setting up camp, cooking a nice stew, and getting some rest for our exploration the next day. Unbeknownst to us, there are no buses to the Park past maybe 5 on Friday (we arrived at seven) and wouldn't be any until Sunday. Well that posed a big problem, since our whole weekend plans had revolved around actually being at the park. Not letting this unfortunate news get us down too much, we hopped on a bus that dropped us of about halfway to the park at a "pension" which was someone's house with rooms we could sleep in. The entire trip down we'd had it in our heads that we would be camping the next few days so sleeping inside sounded unadventurous and lame. We chatted with the owner, thanked him for his offer but told him that we were going to walk down the road and find a nice place by the river to camp. He looked skeptical.
About a half hour later, after realizing we had no place to sleep and it was almost dark, we sheepishly headed back to the pension where we were greeted with a "I told you so expression." We didn't get too soft though- we requested that we sleep outside still. I still think he thought we were crazy but he said okay and we setup our sleeping bags. Our host had lived in Boston for sixteen years, and he was excited to talk about his experiences and make sure we were enjoying Chile. Later his family came over. He made us disgustingly strong coke and rums and we hung around the bonfire on the back patio until midnight.

Buenos dias! Night 1

The next day we packed up our stuff and started walking down the road. Our only option was hitchhiking so we stuck out our thumbs and within minutes a truck pulled over. I was giddy with excitement. Since hitchhiking in the U.S. has always been a big no-no, i felt adventurous and dangerous and crazy, crammed in the back of a beat up Ford, making my way through Chile.
A half hour later we arrived at "Radal" which was the town right before the park. The man who picked us up ended up being a principal at the town's only elementary school ( an 8 student establishment! 8 students!!!) He and his wife insisted we come inside for tea and bread, then invited us to a traditional dance recital going on in one of the school's quads. We, with the other 10 inhabitants of the town, watched about 15 women, ages ranging from upper middle-age to straight up old, perform dances from Colombia, Peru, Brazil, and of course Chile. Since there were really only about 10 people in the audience and we made up roughly half, we were noticed immediately and the dancers insisted we take pictures with them. We got lots of hugs and kisses.
Right after we set up camp about 50 yards away from the school at a campsite. The principle (Hector) and his wife were ready to open up their school to give us a room to sleep so that we didn’t have to pay (Again, Chilean generosity never ends!) but we assured them we would be fine. The campsite was picture perfect- we layed our sleeping bags under hundred food high tress and five yards from a river.

The dancers

A bit later we met up with two of our fellow hitchhikers, Sergio and Paulo, two excited seventeen year olds who routinely came to Radal. (They were family friends of Hector) We hiked around seven kilometers ALL UPHILLto Parque Siete Tazas and saw, you guessed it, La Siete Tazas!

The beautiful Siete Tazas

As you can see, the waterfall is absolutely gorgeous. The color of the water is so turqoise it seems fake. The big earthquake in February drained all the water from the “seven cups”. Luckily they had filled back up since then and though the water level was maybe lower than usual, it didn’t seem to be any less beautiful than the tour books promised. We also stopped at a huge waterfall- El Velo de la Novia, which was just as cool as La Siete Tazas.

El Velo de la Novia

We then hitchhiked back down to camp, went swimming in the river, cooked a delicious potatoe-carrot-onion stew, read, enjoyed the weather, drank some wine, and tried really, really hard to understand our new friends. (It was impossible.)

The next day was really low-key. We lounged around, read some more, ate some more, and then hitchhiked back into Molina, our town of origin. We got to the bus station at 5:59 and to our luck, a bus left at 6:05 back to Santiago. Though it was quite possible the hottest, sweatiest bus ride of my life, we made it back to Santiago safe and sound.

All and all, this weekend was one of my favorites yet. We left Santiago completely unprepared and everything ended up working out spectacularly.

In other news. I saw the Chile vs. Uruguay game. Fans are vulgar in Chile. Moms, dads, kids all sang with much enjoyment “Concha tu Madre” (f*** your mother), and un urugayo me chupo por un quinentos which feel free to translate yourself. “Chupar” is the verb to suck.. pretty sure you can figure it out from there!
However the bus ride home was definitely the best part of the night. Four of my friends and I ended up getting on the right bus headed in the wrong direction. Forty five minutes after boarding, the bus driver told us that the route was finished. He opened all the doors to let us out and we stepped down into the GHETTO of Santiago. Dirt roads, tin-roofed houses, no street lights, no cars. It was around 12:30 at night. I have no idea what we would have done had our bus left. Thankfully our bus driver, bless his heart, knew we had gotten ourselves into a mess, told us he wasn’t going to let us get off there and drove us to a bigger street (still in the ghetto mind you) and told us which bus to take back to the center of town. He then parked the bus and waited until he knew we were safe. What a sweetheart! From there we boarded another bus where we were fortunate to have the ONLY slow bus drivers in all of Santiago. Luckily he ended his route in the center of town and we were able to take a familiar bus and then taxi back home. I got home around 2:10 which is definitely late for me on a Wednesday night. The next morning, when I explained to my host mom what happened, she told me that she had never in her life gone to the area we were in and would only visit it if “One of her gringas got lost and she had to pick her up.” Whoops! Now that we are all safe, the situation is hysterical but I will make sure not to make that mistake in the future..

World Cup Player of the Tournament Diego Forlan, aka el amor de mi vida

That’s about it! I come home in exactly three weeks. I don’t know how I feel about this.
Ciao, Nos vemos pronto!!!
Hennessy

33,000 Words

But first! Three of my favorite memories of the north:

(I am only including this because I am obsessed with the collage making feature)

And now, those 33,000 words. (Yes, there are 33 pictures)

From Mars to Germany: Spring Break 2010

Spring Break 2010 Part I:

Last Friday I left Santiago and two hours later landed on Mars. The Northern desert is so desolate, Mars-like and inhabited it seems implausible that it lies only a few hundred miles away from the bustling metropolis of Chile's capital city. For five days, twenty-five excited alumnos and dos somewhat-wary profesores explored the magnificent Atacama Desert.

We set up camp (read: stayed in a really nice hotel) in San Pedro de Atacama, a small and dusty pueblo where the tourists certainly outnumber the residents. Day one was spent exploring the town and its many traditional crafts shops, napping (we met at 3 AM for our flight out of Santiago) and lounging in the hotel's icy cold pool. Day two picked up speed- we hiked to the top of an ancient Andean fortress that survived both Incan and European attacks called Pukara de Quitor. I use the term survived pretty loosely- the fort was actually in shambles- but cool nonetheless.

Right after we drove to "Valle de la Luna" appropriately named for it's uncanny resemblance to the moon, to watch the sunset. I personally would have called it "Valle de Mars" but what do I know. A planning faux-pos got us there about three and a half hours early so we hiked along a ridge overlooking a massive sand dune and found a prime sunset watching spot. Unfortunately, the sunset itself was somewhat anticlimactic.. I’ve seen much better in San Luis Obispo. But when we turned around the incredibly long wait and mediocare setting was worth it; the setting sol shaded the sand hills of the desert to a beautiful shade of purple and pink. It was muy increible.

Day three put every other day to shame. (Which means it was exceptionally bad-ass because every other day still made it onto my list of Best Days Eva!) I knew the day would be great when chocolate cereal was served for breakfast. There was also a steaming thermal of freshly brewed coffee, which believe me is an extremely rare commodity here in Chile. With chocolaty goodness in our stomachs and real caffeine pulsing through our veins, we found a nice shop to rent bicycles and off we went. I might be exaggerating a little here when I say WE ALMOST MADE IT TO THE BOLIVIAN BORDER! To be honest, I don’t even know if we were going in the direction of the Bolivian border, let alone how close we were to reaching it, but it seemed plausible. San Pedro regularly has day tours to the Bolivian salt flats so I figure we could have been close. Si?

The route we chose was on a flat road towards a huge volcano. We weren’t surrounded by dunes or mountains and the scenery didn’t change for almost our entire ride but it was still one of the best parts of the trip. Maybe it was the thin desert air that got us giddy- we were at about 7500 feet- or maybe the thrill of biking to Bolivia. Either way, when we returned our rented bicicletas I was so content with the world that even if the day had ended right then and there I still would have called it one of my bests. However, this epic day was far, far from over. A bit later a few of us boarded a bus for a tumultuous drive over a combination of salt planes and bumpy sand to Laguna Cejar, a small, perfectly picturesque turquoise lake seven times saltier than the ocean. We all jumped in, and to our amazement, barely submerged into the water. For the next half hour we entertained ourselves by floating with all our extremities out of the water, synchronized swimming, finding the most ridiculous poses we could manage. It was magical. The only unpleasant part of the laguna adventure was the crusty salt hair and speckled white faces that appeared after drying off. Thankfully, our guide brought along a tank of water in one of those manual fermaldehyde sprayers, and hosed us all off. It was tre comico. THEN, we headed to a random hole in the earth where you could jump a few meters into the water. I was cold at this point and refrained. AND FINALLY we headed to another salt lagoon, quite possibly even more picturesque than the last, to watch the sunset and drink pisco sours. Our guide loved the only male in our group- Tim- and insisted he drink pisco sour after pisco sour after pisco sour. The bus ride home, despite the bumps, maniacal driving, and broken down bus in front, had me nearly in tears.

This day isn’t even over yet. We got back to the hotel at nine, which is exactly when we were supposed to meet to go to an observatory and stargaze for a few hours. Some nice friends of ours switched groups, allowing us to eat dinner and breath for a few minutes, before we left around 10:30. Because the Atacama desert is the driest in the world, it has the clearest skies. On top of this, the North is very sparsely populated AND we went on a night where there was no visible moon so the lack of light pollution gave way to a beautiful, bright night sky. Our leader, a nice German man, had two telescopes set up, tea, coffee, and knowledge off the wazoo. We say lots of Zodiac constellations, the Southern Cross, Orion’s belt, and even other galaxies. It was really cool being in the Southern Hemisphere too because the sky was completely different than what I’m used to. For the finale our guide pointed our Jupiter and four of its moons. As a Chilean might say, “Super Bacan!”

Day four entailed lots of hot desert driving. It was November 1^st, the Day of the Dead, and a national holiday. We drove to an ancient city with only 55 inhabitants and placed paper flowers in their cemetery, stopped at the Tropic of Capricorn that was surrounded by all these stone sculptures, hung out with a few llamas on the street, explored an Incan hotel, saw a bunch of flamingos, and returned in time to eat a delicious almuerzo at a funky little famiy owned restaurant. It was another great day.

Finally, the morning we were due to leave back to Santiago, we went to some thermal hot springs and hung out in the water for a few hours. It was so relaxing and such a wonderful way to end Part I of Spring Break 2010.

Spring Break 2010 Part II:

There wasn’t really much downtime between the north and the south. We landed back in Santiago at around 11 PM. Our (me and friend Andrea) flight didn’t leave until 10:20 the next morning so for a number of reasons we decided Hey?! Why not sleep at the airport? So, under the dizzyingly bright fluorescent lights with our big backpacks as pillows and the soothing sound of serious construction about 25 feet away, we shut our eyes and prayed the morning would come quick.

Andrea and I flew to Puerto Montt in the Lake Region of Chile. The descent was breathtaking: lakes, greenery, and volcanos all found from the view of a single airplane window. We bussed from the airport to the Bus Terminal, then from there found another bus to Puerto Varas, where we were staying. The terminal was madness. First off there are maybe double the buses as there are parking spaces so horns are honking, people are swarming, and there is this extreme sense of chaos. Then there were about different buses with the drivers poking their heads out the window screaming ‘Puerto Varas? Puerto Varas? Puerto Varas?!’ and you would more or less jump onto one when it was still moving. Fortunately, despite missing our stop, we made it to our “preciosa” hostal, a cozy French owned aparment in downtown Puerto Varas.

The town is unreal. It sits on the shore of tranquil Lago Llanquihue and faces two snow-capped volcanos. There are rolling green hills, ancient German style architecture, and a gorgeous church. Unfortunately, we were only able to truly appreciate all of Puerto Varas’s beauty for one of the five days, when the sun decided to push away the rain clouds. Andrea and I sat on a restaurant patio directly across from Volcan Osorno, sipped a delicious Chilean beer, and breathed in the fresh southern air. It was a great afternoon.

Despite the rain, we still made the best of our voyage. One day we explored the quaint town of Frutillar. We also went to Chiloe, which is a famous island off the mainland. Though we weren’t there for long, the bus ride itself was awesome- Chiloe was beautiful. We passed fields of flowers, sheep, cows, rivers, ahhhhh. When we got to Ancul, our Chiloe city of choice, we walked to the beach to look for penguins but sadly saw none.

The rest of our time in the South was spent reading, exploring Puerto Varas, and cooking some delicious food in the hostal kitchen. (Our brownie/manjar creation was quite the hit.) On Sunday we flew back to Santiago, where haha the rain had followed us, and started school today.

I realize I spent about 7/8 of this post writing about the North. The South was SO cool and absolutely deserves half of the words but I am tired and will just show you pictures instead.

This was the best Spring break ever. I’m hoping my next one (that’s only a few months away..) can live up to its predecessor.

Ciao,

Sassafrass

Around Chile in 10 days

I have been having too much fun to update this dang blog but I promise I will when I get back from my "vacations." ( It is more like a vacation within a vacation, because let's be real I've maybe put in and hour and a half of studying TOTAL since school started.)

Tonight I am headed up to San Pedro de Atacama, a town located in the world's driest desert- The Atamaca. I'll be there for five full days before heading down to the end of the world, or Northern Patagonia. (Okay, there is Southern Patagonia which might put me closer to the end of the world but it is definitely the closest I'll ever get to Antarctica!)

I'll experience the two extremes during my ten day trip- the driest place on the planet to one of the wettest. (Packing is going to be a nightmare..)

I've been losing sleep dreaming about this trip for the past few weeks and can't to share pictures.

I'll include a few internet shots of my destinations so that you dear reader can too share in my enthusiasm. The locations are pretty self explanatory...

CHI-CHI-CHI-LE-LE-LE VIVA CHILE!

As I hope everyone knows by now, the last of the 33 entrapped miners was rescued last night! Pulled up over 2,000 feet in a rocket-like capsule, each miner arrived to emotional family members, the President himself, and a modified version of Chile's national chant:

CHI-CHI-CHI, LE-LE-LE LOS MINEROS DE CHILE!

(I wonder what they did when the lone Bolivian emerged...)

It was such an emotional event to watch on TV- every single rescue was just as wonderful as the last, and I admit I got a little teary-eyed more than once. All of Chile is celebrating the miracle and the lives of "Los 33." After the devastating earthquake, it is so special that Chile gets to be a part of something so amazing.

Though I know that these men's lives have certainly been changed forever, I hope they can recover, both physically and mentally. For now, they deserve a nice hot bath, time with family, and lots of publicity free rest!

VIVA CHILE!

Hennessy

Mendoza, Argentina: Who Needs Stoplights?

On Thursday I took a bus through the Andes on what is considered the 15th most dangerous road in all of the world! Thought you would be happy to hear that Mom :) I could describe in depth the windy turns and sheer cliff views but instead you should just look at the picture on the left. It definitely does the ride justice.

The views were spectacular-being in the shadows of the enormous snowcapped Andes is indescribable. 28 turns and three hours later after our departure from Universidad de Santiago, we arrived at the Chile/Argentinean border. It was snowing, and naively, no one had thought to take out a coat from their backpack that was now being sniffed and searched by police and dogs. (Actually our "sniff" dog was a really adorable puppy who did literally no sniffing. I'm pretty sure the guard just had him to pick up ladies.) Fortunately we were given steaming hot coffee so our bodies only partially froze. The border control is situated right at the base of "Ojos de Salado" (I think) the highest point in all of the Western Hemisphere. During the whole bag-checking/passport stamping I was incredibly overwhelmed with happiness. It seemed unreal that I, Hennessy Miller from good ol' Walnut Creek, California, was 1) In the Andes. 2) At the base of such a huge mountain. and 3) On my way from "home" (Chile) to Argentina. But happen it did-I got the passport stamp to prove it!

Though we were all a little nervous about our Peanut Butter clearing customs, there were no hang-ups (probably thanks to our sniff puppy-in-training) and we were deemed suitable to enter beautiful, wonderful, amazing, beautiful, beautiful Argentina.

I love Argentina. Everything about it- the accent that I can understand, the cobblestone sidewalks lined with trees, the Central Park. Ahh just thinking about this weekend makes me want to brave the road-of-death once again. On Friday we explored the city of Mendoza, talked to some locals, had some of the famous Argentinean meat, drank some of the famous Argentinean wine, ate probably a little too much not-famous bread and cheese, and hung out roof-top at our hostel. It was quite a fun introduction to Argentina.

However the real highlight of the trip was on Saturday, when all fifteen of us (yeah we always roll in large crowds) embarked on a wine tasting tour...ON BIKES! I'm pretty sure this would be 100% illegal in the United States since BUIs very much exist, but in Argentina, everything seems to fly. (And really I mean everything. As I alluded to in my title, Argentineans think the use of the stopsign/stoplight is ridiculous. Who needs them? It is much easier to just speed through an intersection and hope that nobody is coming the other way. I am not kidding.. there were large, i'm talking ygnacio and oak grove large intersections that didn't have a single stop sign or stoplight. I guess whoever gets their first gets to go? Crossing the street was quite a task since there was no way for us to tell when a car might zip around the corner. Nobody but the Americans seemed puzzled by this, and I gotta say I saw no accidents while in Mendoza. I maintain, however, that it is absolutely insane.)
Now, to get back to the bike'n'wine. We took a shuttle to Chacras, a little town maybe 20 minutes outside of Mendoza. There we were dropped at a restaurant that also worked as the bike distribution center, were told to follow our guide in his car (no waivers, no helmets, no maps, no nothing) and off we went. The bikeride to the first vineyard was beautiful- the always present Andes in the background as we passed vineyard after vineyard, flanked on both sides by shady trees and dirt roads. We took a tour of the first "bodega" which was quite impressive and large, then got to the part everyone was really looking forward to: the wine. Argentina isn't as famous for its wine as neigboring Chile, however it does produce a pretty damn tasty Malbec. We tried three or four different delicious wines before remounting the bikes and heading to winery #2.

The second vineyard was much smaller and rustic looking. The company is family owned, and one of the brothers (muy guapo) in charge talked to us about the process of wine production. We then again drank some more delicious wine. At this point our stomachs were growling so we opted to skip winery#3 and head back to the restaurant base for an asado.

I thought Chile had good meat. I knew nothing. Plates and plates of chorpian, salchichas, and carne kept coming from the grill. And, as if we hadn't drank enough wine already that day, our pitchers of wine (so classy) were bottomless. It was tons of fun hanging out with our tour guide who, by the way, has the life. He drives in a car about 5 miles, gets to drink wine, then drive back to the restaurant, count to make sure that everyone arrived safely, then drink and eat. Not a bad profession.

By the time we made it back to our hostel, most of us were un poquito curado (I'll let you look that one up) and very exhausted. A little night exploration, some more bread and cheese, and finally we threw in the towel.

Stupidly we didn't buy return tickets until Saturday night, so our only options were either a 6:30 AM (or 5:30 our time) or 10:30 PM. Since it's at least a seven hour trip, the night bus would have returned to Santiago the following morning, only an hour or two before class, so we opted for the first option. This meant waking up at 5:15, walking 40 minutes to the bus station, and making sure we were at the right stop. (We were extremely close to making this blunder on our trip over) Though I was unable to sleep, the bus did play Sister Act (a great movie) so I didn't mind the earliness.

Argentina was the best- way different than Santiago- and I am making sure I make it back before this semester is over!

Besos,

Hennessy

If you're going to Algarrobo, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

This weekend 13 of us made our way to the tranquil beach town of Algarrobo. We rented Cabanas a five minute walk for the beach for super** cheap, ate some delicious home-cooked meals, tanned (or in my case burned really badly) and enjoyed eachother's company. It was a really relaxing weekend and I was excited to get out of the hustle and bustle and smog and noise of Santiago.

Wildflowers grew everywhere- on the streets, sidewalks, boardwalks. Most of the trash cans were surrounded by bushes of these flowers which was so pretty. Here was something so ugly being engulfed and overrun by something so beautiful. As hinted the title, a few of these flowers ended up as hair-decor.

My favorite part of the trip was when all 13 of us read a short story out-loud. We popcorned the book around and it was wonderful. I've met some incredible people through this program and I was so happy to spend time with such an amazing bunch at the beach.

A picture speaks a thousand words so here's the weekend slideshow. Enjoy!

Besos,

Sass

**The word "Super" is used all the time in Chile, in the same sense that we would use it in English. That show was super long. He is super boring. etc. etc. Something about the word in Spanish though is absolutely hilarious..and fortunately people use it ALL THE TIME. Ella es super linda. Es super carro. Que te vayas super bien. I don't know what makes it so funny to hear but everytime one of use overhears the super superlative used before anything, we crack up.

That was a horrible description. Maybe it would be funnier if you just imagine a business men talking about stock and using the word Super in a heavy, spanish accent. Believe me, it's pretty damn hilarious.

El Dieciocho: The Fourth of July on 'Roids

Let's rewind a little more than a week ago to Thursday, September 16 around 9 o'clock. Most of the word was winding down and preparing for sleep at this time. But not Chile. No-Chile was just getting started. Fireworks illuminated the Chilean skies, chants of "VIVA CHILE" echoed across Santiago, and the entire country pulsed with patriotic energy. I like to imagine that on a satellite picture taken that night, the western most part of South America out-glowed the rest of the world.

Welcome to "El Bicentenario" the 200th Anniversary of Chilean Independence. Now i've already referenced Chilean's insane ability to party hardy all the time, but I was in no way prepared for the festivities that awaited me. On that Thursday night, the kick off to the National Party of Chile, I was introduced to una fiesta like I'd never seen before. Bienvenidos to the four-and-a-half day long celebration of "El Dieciocho"

El Dieciseis

Approximately 80,000 Chileans and a handful of Gringos squeezed themselves in front of "La Moneda," the governmental palace, to watch a light show detailing Chilean history on the tiling of the building. I was unfortunately one of those gringos. I arrived maybe an hour and a half early for the spectacular with a few friends, expecting crowds, yes, but not the what appeared to be half a million people that were already camped out. We somehow maneuvered our way through the hoards until we were pretty close to the front. Initially, though our area was crowded, it wasn't frightening- I could move to tell something to a friend, open and shut my purse, and was texting. And then, as the clock inched closer and closer to the promised 9:30 PM start time things started gettin' craaaazy. My personal space got smaller and smaller until I could no longer move any part of my body. My arms were squashed to my sides, and I was pushed with the crowd back and forth, side to side. My friends were gone. Certain that my trampled-t0-death demise awaited me, I fruitlessly searched for ways to escape if need be. Could I climb up that nearby tree? No- too many people in the way. What about jumping on top of the hood of that car over there? Again- impossible. I was stuck. And super freaked out.

My saving grace came in the form of a screaming, panic stricken two year old child. (And rightfully so! Even with 18 years up on her I felt her terror.) Pretending I was a part of the family, I clung to the shoulder of the mom and pushed my way out with them, going for hundreds of yards until finally I saw streetlights.

Fortunately, the night ended well. After meeting back up with my friends (which was quite the ordeal in itself- I had no money on my phone so I couldn't call anyone) we made our way to a firestation to continue on the celebration. That's right- a firestation! In Chile, all of the firemen, or bomberos are volunteers. One of our friends through school is one of these such folks, so he invited us over to share some drinks, take a tour of the house, and hang out. The entire time I felt like I was doing something illegal- drinking beer in a firestation?- but Cristobal, el amigo bombero, assured us it was fine. The funniest part was when older firemen (pushing 60) came in to talk and drink. I kept turning my shoulders, looking for the fire chief to come out and reprimand us for our misdeeds, but none came and we raged on. On the bus home in the wee hours of the morning, I knew this was only the beginning.

Hangin in the station

El Diecisiete

Tamer than day 1 of the Bicentennial celebrations, the highlight of day 2 was going to Parque Indes de Suarez with my host parents to listen to traditional Chilean music, watch people dance the traditional Cueca and eat plenty of traditional Chilean food. Independence day celebrations throughout Chile are often held in large parks filled with fondas, structures made of tree branches where lots of alcohol and food are served, and, as a result of all the cerveza, vino, and chicha, things get a little wild. The three of us didn't quite make the greatest partying team, so instead of hitting up a large, drunken park, we settled for a smaller one filled with children and families. After my experience the night before, I was more than relieved for the relative tranquility. Though the park's festivities continued until well past midnight, we ventured home around 11. It was crucial that we get our sleep for the following day....the highly anticipated Dieciocho.

El Dieciocho

23 family members arrived around 12 to begin the celebrations. Meeting 23 family members of any family other than your own can be a little menacing, and meeting 23 family members who exclusively speak Spanish about doubles the intimidation factor. Fortunately, everyone was extremely friendly, patient, and funny. I met aunts, uncles, cousins, kids of cousins, girlfriends, boyfriends, nieces and nephews. Basically all you do on El Dieciocho is eat and drink.

Our first appetizer: empanadas

The grill was fired up by one, the first batch of salchichas and pollo out by 2, and it wasn't until 6 or 7 that we patted our bursting bellies and said enough is enough. (But actually enough turned out to be not enough- much to my dismay we ate some more salchichas around 11.)

Sporadically we took a breather from the face-stuffing and wine-guzzling to dance. And everyone danced. From the rambunctious two year old to the oldest brother with bad hips, everyone tromped out to the dirt patch and Cueca-ed. Including the gringa. Since I literally had no idea what I was doing, I kind of bounced up and down, raised my hands occasionally, flicked a wrist, did a twirl, and hoped I only looked half a fool. However the video my mom insisted on taking assured me that I absolutely looked like a complete fool. Despite this, the dancing was on of my favorite parts of the day.

The scene: Food, wine, dancing

Eventually the traditional Chilean music was deemed boring by 13 year old grandson Tomas, and a quick radio station change led to a serious reggaeton (Spanish rap/reggae) groove session. Everyone was laughing and making fun of each other and I felt like it was my own family I was with. The celebration didn't end until 2 in the morning when my host mom, for the second time that night, said enough is enough. I went to bed full, exhausted, and grateful that I ended up with such a fun family.

El Diecinueve

I wasn't lying when I said I was exhausted.. I didn't wake up the next day until half past one. Whoops! Speaking Spanish for 14 straight hours will do that to you. We ate an entirely vegetarian lunch, and then I met up with friend Andrea to revisit Parque Ines de Suarez. We went with her family who has an adorable 10 month old, and basically anything involving children makes me happy, so I was okay to sit through some of the same performances I'd seen on the 17th.

El Veinte

During the day Andrea and I hung out in BellaVista, a chic artsy neighborhood downtown. After an early dinner and a cerveza, we decided to face our fears and head back to La Moneda.

This time we were smart. Not only did we arrive almost two hours early, but we hightailed it straight to some fences in the back. When the spectacle started (and spectacular it was) we sat on the fences and had a perfect view over the 45,000 heads in front of us. I don't know the show worked besides that it used light and water, but it was super. The building was the canvas for a brief history show, but also was turned into a fun house of sorts- the pillars moved like cooked spaghetti, the windows opened closed, and the entire face seemed to sway with the wind. It was completely worth the return.

As fun as the four day weekend was, I think the entire country sighed a collective sigh of relief as the lights on La Moneda danced their final dance and the metros carried their passengers home. I am so happy I got to experience this famous Chilean Holiday, and during the Bicentennial nonetheless, but I was excited to restart school Tuesday and get back into my normal schedule. I had been told by my host sister that "El Dieciocho is like July 4th, but much bigger," and the experiences I had confirmed that statement. The US needs to take some pointers from Chile because from now on I'll think the Fourth of July is slackin'!

La Moneda, pre-show

On a more recent note, I went to the beach this weekend. It was beautiful. I'll write about it soon!

Ciao and Besos,

Hennessy

Kilo Empanadas

The past two weeks have been absolutely incredible. I finally traveled outside of Santiago, got to party at a fire station(!!), and experienced a Chilean National Holiday. Spring has arrived in Chile, and the weather has been gorgeous- clear blue skies, blooming trees, and pleasant nights. I haven’t been able to update due to a lack of internet, so I’ll give a highlight reel of the past few weeks to show you what I’ve been up to.

Pomaire and Isla Negra

Last Friday classes were canceled and all forty-five of us took a bus to Pomaire, a small, dusty village about 45 minutes west of Santiago. Pomaire is famous throughout all of Chile for its beautiful pottery. The town was tiny- only two streets wide- but crammed with stores selling bowls, plates, masks, cups, etc. After browsing the shops, we ate a delicious almuerzo at a cute, family owned restaurant. Pomaire is home to what must be the biggest empanadas in all of Chile. Almost every restaurant advertised “1 Kilo Empanadas.” For those unfamiliar with the kilo, it is 2.2 lbs.!!! Though my friends and I refrained from this monstrous meal, my host sister has told me that her boyfriend, who easily can finish off a family sized pizza solo, can only eat a third of one of the notorious empanadas.

After lunch we were able to tour a site where the pottery was actually made. Inside the warehouse were hundreds of pots, ranging from small-plant sized to ENORMOUS-so big that I could easily fit inside. Two employees showed us how they spin the ceramic wheel, and then we were allowed to try our hand at pottery making.
Showing us how it's done

The master and the apprentice

My “bowl” was lopsided and jagged; clay spinning is not my calling! After quite a few laughs (I wasn’t the only unskilled potterist) we re-boarded the bus and headed to Isla Negra, a small beach on the coast.

Isla Negra was once the third (or fourth?) home to the acclaimed Chilean poet/writer Pablo Neruda. A longtime lover of the sea, Neruda’s house was designed to mimic the layout of a ship. Each room boasted statues, pottery, and maps from his travels abroad. Pablo’s bed was perfectly situated so that the sun rose over his head and set at his feet. The view from this second story room was breathtaking- wall to ceiling windows gave a perfect view of the beach and sea below. There isn’t much to Isla Negra apart from Neruda’s abode, so we left soon after the tour and headed back to good ol’ Santiago.

The view from Pablo's room

Talagante

The next day two fri

ends and I headed to Talagante, a town maybe 40 minutes outside of Santiago, to meet up with friend Juan Ignacio (see previous entry) for a BBQ. His house is in the countryside and absolutely beautiful. It was so nice to meet his family and see where he grew up. During the evening a bunch of his friends showed up and we hung out around the fire-pit, listened to music, and ate the honest-to-God best meat I have ever had.

Two realizations I made during the asado. #1. Chileans never sleep. I finally had to say goodnight around 3 but the party was still going strong when I left. At school in SLO, if we go out it means we leave for the party at 9:30 or 10, and return to our houses, at the very latest, at two or so. This is not the case in Chile. People don’t go out until at least midnight (if you show up to a bar at 10 you will literally be the only person there) and don’t return home until sometimes as late as FIVE IN THE MORNING!!! I swear, Juan Ignacio’s friends crawled out of the ground or climbed down from trees and kept appearing late into the night! I really value my sleep, and though I’m trying to adjust to this insane schedule, it’s been tough. I max out at about 3:30, but with proper training I hope to make it to the illusive 5 one of these days.

Realization # 2. I cannot understand people my own age. During the week I usually feel pretty good about my Spanish. I understand my family, they understand me, I am learning new words daily, and am psyched when I properly use the preterit tense. Then the weekend rolls around and things change. As awesome as it is to make Chilean friends, it is hard work to just have a simple conversation. Young people use tons of slang, words with double meanings, and don’t pronounce anything. I can listen to two college students on the metro and understand almost nothing. Chilean friends have assured me that even native Spanish speakers from other parts of the world have a difficult time understanding Chileans, which makes me feel better about how little I understand. And, as frustrating as it gets at time, I realize that ultimately my Spanish will be stronger if I keep hanging with people my own age.

At the beginning of this post I promised tales of partying with firefighters and the big Bicentennial celebration but I’m getting tired and you’re probably getting bored. Check back in a couple days to find out the story behind this photo...

Ciao and Besos,

Hennessy

I will be back soon!

Folks I haven´t forgotten to share my south american life with you all! We haven´t had internet for a while and I am too lazy to go to an internet cafe to write. My family tells me the net should be up and running come Wednesday so I will be sure to update then. The past two and a half weeks have been amazing. I have lots and lots to share.
And right now I am on a public computer and don´t really feel like hogging it.

Ciao and Besos

Cerro San Cristobal y otras cosas!

I'll try to keep this entry short and sweet but I have, as one of my middle school teacher diagnosed "diarrhea of the mouth" so we'll see how short this blog really ends up.. :)

A brief overview of the past few days. On Sunday my host parents, Carolina and Andres, took me to Cerro San Cristobal which is one of the two mountains within the Santiago city limits. The road to the top is a windy, narrow 8 kilometer stretch with amazing panoramic views of the city. We drove to the summit and I am genuinely shocked that we didn't take someone out on our way up. For those of you from the Bay Area, imagine a one-way Fish Ranch Road with probably 50 times the cyclists, and 50 times the joggers. Now add to that image a substantial amount of dogs (not on leashes) and you've got a good idea of what San Cristobal is like! The view from the top was unfortunately not as breathtaking as it should have been. Santiago has a huge pollution problem- smog that covers the city and definitely takes away from the incredibly beauty of the nearby Andes. I've been told that the smog clears after a good rain, so I'm going to make sure to return to San Cristobal when the views are more spectacular.

The Santiago fog and Andes

The road!! The picture doesn't do it justice.. there were TONS more people

School started on Monday. I'm only taking fourteen units so I am barely ever in class which gives me more time to explore Santiago. I'm taking two spanish classes, one Chilean culture class and (MY FAVORITE) a CHILEAN DANCE CLASS!!!! Last night about 35 of us learned merengue and Cueca, the traditional dance of Chile. Our teacher probably had the time of her life- teaching all these gringos how to move their hips! The first hour of class we learned some basic steps, then the second we paired up and danced. It was one of my favorite memories so far.. Watching everyone fumble the steps, step on toes, slip, and look like fools. It was great. There were three Chilean men dancers ( guapo men i might add) who danced with us and they were super suave and intense. My friends and I are hoping they'll be back so we can convince them to take us out dancing! I left the studio with sore feet and sore abs from laughing so hard.

Yesterday I met up with a friend from the U.S (kind of..).- Juan Ignacio. Juan Ignacio is Chilean and from Santiago. Our senior year of highschool he lived with my friend Casey and it was so good to see him again! He goes to school only a few blocks from mine, so hopefully I'll be able to see him often. I'm really excited to make Chilean friends while I'm here and I think he'll be a great connection to some new friends.

Tomorrow is a friend's birthday so we're going to go out for the first time! I think we're planning on going to a discoteca (to put our new dancing skills to the test) and I'm sure it will be a new experience.. I'll post about that later this week!

A few closing thoughts on Chile/ Santiago:

Mullets are in style. They are EVERYWHERE! Our personal favorite is the dreaded mullet. I haven't yet been able to snap a picture of this amazing hairstyle but will not rest until I do.

The bus drivers here are absolutely insane. Riding the bus to school in the morning is like a ride at a poorly-run carnival. They brake unexpectedly, change lanes whenever they want, run red lights, and basically just do whatever they want, whenever they want.

There are homeless dogs everywhere you look. They make me really sad :(

There isn't ever any toilet paper in stalls- there's only one big roll by the sinks. Also you don't flush toilet paper, you throw it away.

Chileans like their food sweet!

Being a "gringo" here isn't bad- it's kind of a term of endearment. And we are clearly all gringos. I try hard to blend in but EVERYONE knows that I am not Chilean. People on the streets speak English to me and i'm always like "Hey! What if I was german?!" Haha but everyone is so friendly and happy that we are here.

I love Chile!!

Attached are some pictures of my house:

My room. Notice the bed's made mom!

Our house!

Our backyard!

Ciao y besos,

Hennessy

Photos de Chile

Bienvenidos a Santiago!

If these past few days are any indication of how my next four months in Chile will be, then I am definitely going to have the time of my life (and be exhausted all the time). I'll give a run-down of my experience thus far.After a super long journey to Santiago (from door to door a total of 34 hours) I made it to the group hotel, a beautiful old building with amazing gardens in Vitacura, a "comuna" of Santiago. Right away we had a HUGE lunch- in Chile el almuerzo is served at around 2 and is the biggest meal of the day- then were set free to wander and explore the surrounding neighborhood. The area itself was not too impressive- it was prim

arily car and motorcycle dealerships- but the view of the Andes was breathtaking. Since it is the end of winter in Chile, the mountains are still topped with snow and are enormous. My host mom said that it takes about an hour to get to the

mountains but it looks like they're much closer- alm

ost in walking distance!

Pastel de Choclo

During the evening we had the first part of our orientation- a introduction to Chilean customs and culture. Though I'd read a good amount

about Chile prior to arrival, I was shocked when they dropped this bomb on us naive Americans: Chileans NEVER wear shorts. In fact, apparently you never really show your legs- if you wear a skirt or a dress you wear leggings underneath. That would be fine and dandy if the weather was cold all the time, but we're only in the first few months of spring and already the sun is strong enough that I can go out in a t-shirt. I can imagine these next three months will be sweaty ones. :)

After a brief introduction to our school and a

killer language placement test, the moment arrived to meet our families. I hadn't been too nervous about my stay until that moment. I think I was shaking when I walked down the stairs to meet my family. I recognized my host mom, Carolina, right away. She gave me a big hug and a kiss and seemed so happy to meet me that I immediately felt better. We loaded my stuff into the car and drove to our house which is located in Nunoa, a comuna to the southeast of the center of Santiago.

My house is in a beautiful, old neighborhood of Santiago. There is a central plaza only two blocks away that is full of bars, "resto-bars" and discotec

as. Carolina told me that during the weekends the plaza is full of young people from 10 to 4 A.M!!!! I haven't yet gone out during the night but when I do it will be so convenient having a hip spot in town right around the corner.

After a trip to the supermercado for shampoo, conditioner, and a telephone, I finally was able to rest and unpack.

During the evening I met Andres, the father, Marcela, a daughter, and Benjamin, Marcela's five year old son. Andrea, who is the daughter my age, studie

s tons so she didn't return until I was already asleep. Everyone in my family has been so kind and patient with me and I already feel right at home. Marcela and Andres both speak some English but they only speak Spanish to me which I am very appreciative of. Though at times I feel like Helen Keller, I know that this confusion is for the best. There's no better way to learn than to be thrown into a sink-or-swim situation, and I

already feel like my Spanish comprehension has improved over just the past four days.

On Friday we had to meet at the center of Santiago at eight in the morning. Ay Dios Mio! There we registered our Visas and walked around Plaza de Armas, the central city square. After, all 45 of us boarded the Metro and traveled to our school,

La Universidad Andres Bello. The street our school is on is awesome. The area is basically only universities so the streets are literally packed with college students. There were booths with music blaring, bars, restaurants, and malls. Students from the university gave us a tour of the buildings and surrounding area for a few hours. We th

en boarded two big buses and took a tour of Santiag

o. By the time Carolina came to pick me up at four I couldn't keep my eyes open. It was an extremely exhausing day.

My school! Universidad Andres Bello

Today I woke up and took a long walk around my neighborhood to familiarize myself with where I live. When I came home everyone in the family (Andres, Carolina, Marcela, Andrea, Benjamin, and Marecela's boyfriend) had a traditional lunch of Pastel de Choclo. It was delicious. Later in the afternoon I met up with a few friends and we walked around a neighborhood called "Bellavista" It is super hip and there are tons of murals everywhere. I really, really liked the vibe of the area. There was a big crafts fair and tons of people enjoying themselves in the streets. I will certainly return there very soon.

We walked around the comuna Providencia for a while and stopped in a cafe to drink some coffee, then I returned home at around 9 to eat some dinner.

Class starts Monday! I am super pumped.

Sorry for that extremely wordy post! Hope it all made sense.. I'm still a bit tired.

Besos,

Hennessy