Our first facebook-official Chilean friend. She was extremely disappointed that America doesn't have a national dance.
Man, we got mountains.
A woman who sang for us and talked about running a community kitchen during the occupation. Very sweet lady.
La cueca: national dance of Chile
Una chicheria. Chicha=kind of like a hard cider but made of grapes and super sweet.
For the last few days we've mostly been listening to lectures about Chilean politics, economics, feminism, workers issues, history, etc. But today we actually went on a field trip! We went to La Legua which is a población, a poor neighborhood, that has a terrible reputation for violence and drug trafficking. But we went in the middle of the afternoon and visited a soccer fútbol club and a church and an elementary school (that was nicer than my elementary school, by the way) and a radio station and they were all very nice and not dangerous at all.
The radio station was by far my favorite though. The guy who spoke to us had the the best hair I've ever seen. It was super curly, like a clown wig, and really thick. I wish I had a picture but sadly I left my camera at the hostel (poor planning). For the most part I can understand what people say here but I could not understand this guy at all. All I got was "radio...radio...Satan....democracy" which was confusing. After he talked for a long time we got cookies (yay!) and he asked us where we were all from. He must study American maps or something because his knowledge of American geography was unbelievable. When I said I was from Washington state he asked if I was from Seattle and I said yes. Then he asked if I was actually from Seattle (clearly I can't avoid this question even when I leave the continent) or one of the suburbs like Bellevue or Everett which totally blew my mind because, seriously, who's ever heard of Bellevue?? Small world.
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