Early on in the semester, at the cine

Un asado a la casa de Evan

Evan y yo

Incredible Sunset in Vina


Another Night in Cafe Journal
Machismo is an essential part of Latin American culture.
“Piropo” is the name for anything that guys here shout out at girls as they walk by.
My friend and I actually did a powerpoint presentation for class about machismo, piropos and the increased effect of alcohol (mainly pisco).
In fact, it’s such an integral part of Chilean culture that when I turned on the Chilean equivalent of Wheel of Fortune, the category was Piropo, and the answer was “vuelve de mis suenos y entra mi vida” which means, “come out of my dreams and into my life.”
My friend Dan and were going to drink some pisco and go down to the main street in Viña to give out some piropos, but alas, we never got the chance.
Suzy was suggesting funny ones to use.
Por ejemplo, “Señorita, no camine bajo el sol, con este calor ve que los bombones se derriten”
Ayer pasé por tu casa y me tiraste un limón, la cáscara cayó al suelo y el jugo en mi corazón.
A veces me pregunto por qué la vida es tan bella. Ahora ya lo sé: Porqué tu estas en ella.
Quien fuera patito de goma para estar en tu bañera.
On Monday I said goodbye to Andrea and Kata
me and andrea

the sky that night after i saw Kata
On Tuesday I went to wander the streets of Valpo for the last time. I went up to Cerro Polanco to see it, since I had never been there, but it was one of the sketchiest places I went to in
Here’s a cool picture I took of the sun setting in the middle of the Congreso

On Wednesday I went to the Museo Fonck with Elisa then bought some souvenirs, then we headed out on the town for another (my last!) ridiculous night with Juan Carlos.
On Thursday I got empanadas with Tim, then met Suzy for a bit on my halfway stop in
As it is with all other good things, the Great South American Adventure must come to an end. I haven’t even left yet and I’m already getting nostalgic. I will update with a summary post of my trip in a little bit.
Quick summary of my final 10 days in chile:
Tuesday July 10th I had my final final exam! I went to eat empanadas with Andrea, then went to see Ocean’s 13 with Evan, after learning I got the second highest grade on the oral exam (when I was the only non-native speaker taking it). That night I hung out with my chilean cousin Pato, drinking piscolas and watching
On Wednesday we went back to Journal and I ran into those same Chilean guys from Dan’s apartment, and met all their friends, including some minas.
On Thursday Evan and I went back to Scratch, which was packed with people despite the fact it was pouring outside, and we ran into the girls we had met the previous two nights, pero la magia del gringo ya se habia acabado.
On Friday I went to a vineyard with my dad.
Later that day I went to















A toast
Huevan being crazy
NACHOS
Huevan and Krysta
On Wednesday July 4th, I got back to Santiago from Mendoza, and I met Suzy for lunch at Havanna (delicious/cheap paninis!), then went to the office of the Alto Mantagua resort, where I was going to try to convince them to let me use it for the next weekend. I had pretty much no hope for getting it when I wanted it, but I worked my magic in the office, joking around with the manager in Spanish and eventually convinced her to let me use it when I wanted to, from June 6-9.
That night we had a big 4th of July party at Dan’s apartment, then went down to Journal (which was packed with mostly guys, but I ran into a few friends there so it was fun).
On Thursday I was going to stay in and hang out because I was tired, but my friend Andrea (la Colombiana) called and said she and a few friends were going out to Scratch for a big party, so I rallied and met them at the club.
A few weeks ago I took her out to dinner at a really fancy revolving restaurant on the 22nd floor of a building in
It cost a lot more than usual to get into the club, and I ended up only having 10 pesos (= 2 cents) left in my pocket when the club closed at 5 AM. I need at least 700 pesos to get home from anywhere if it’s after 11 PM. I was about to have to borrow money from Andrea (something I felt more than a little uncomfortable doing), when I got very lucky because I ran into Bruno, the Chilean guy who lives with me, and his brother, who had a car. So we dropped 2 of those girls off at home, and then went back to our house in Recreo.
On Tuesday we went on a tour/trip called Alta Montaña. We went to see the mountain range, including Aconcagua (the highest peak in the
Puente
The cordillera from far away



Our tour guide was hilarious – he was one of many Argentinians who have strong opinions towards the Chileans. We had some interesting political discussions with him as soon as I whipped out my carnet (Chilean ID card), and his two best quotes from the trip were “never let a Chilean draw a map,” and “living with Chileans is like living with your mother-in-law.”
Here's a picture we took with him at the base of the ski resort
Here's a picture from one of our many legendary late night dance parties
The Last Supper, Mendoza version
We ate like kings every meal – always steak, pasta, and wine, and my love for