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I have spent countless hours sifting through blog posts about Chile, reading Spanish novels (a term I use loosely as the current read happens to be a teen novel translated into Spanish from English), and just generally missing the place in the past few days. It feels like ages since I’ve seen many people that are like family to me: my boyfriend Francisco, his entire family, my once-host family, and the friends and acquaintances that made my time there incredible. I’m even missing the (insane, copious) amount of mayonnaise that they spread over every food item in their path (although I still do not miss manjar, that sticky caramel-y stick-to-your-arteries substance that Francisco adores). All in good time, I suppose–and in the meantime I can consider my explorations in the blogosphere a form of research for my quickly-approaching senior thesis about Mapuche art within Chilean culture.

I’m getting knee-deep into my exhibition on John Baeder now. I’m a few paragraphs into my rough draft, which needs to be finished within the week–I think I should start hitting the library soon or else I’m never going to get anything done.

I’m also going to be working with the head of academic programs at the Museo Larco in Lima, Peru in order to create new material having to do with Latin American Art for Smarthistory–the website is a fantastic resource for Western art, but is notably lacking in academic articles about the art of the Americas, Africa, Oceania or Asia, which they are in the process of correcting.

Anyway, here is a picture of the Museé de la Mode et du Design in Paris, where I was lucky enough to be able to visit an exhibit on the trademark style of the Spanish couturier Balenciaga maintained throughout the past 100 or so years:

View from the Seine


View from inside the green shenanigans

Great Blogs from English Expats in Chile:
Way South of the Border
Cachando Chile: Reflections on Chilean Culture
Bearshapedsphere (a travel blog by a professional freelance writer)

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June 13, 2011 

Last night I went to the Chile- Perú game at a movie theater called Cine Hoyts–Joaquin picked me up and my house and waited for two hours while Francisco was picking out his lice or something (hello Francisco!). Being at the movie theater was even more exciting than being at the Sports Cafe last week, even though the game was a little slower, up until the last minute. After a game of missed goals, Chile scored its first and won in the third minute of overtime. As Joaquin said, “God must be Chilean.” 

After we went to the supermarket and grabbed a bunch of empanadas and potato salad to bring to Francisco’s brother Rodrigo’s house, where we watched the Uruguay-Mexico game, ate, and discussed the possibility of me tutoring Francisca, Rodrigo’s wife, in English. Rodrigo also showed us the remnants of the earthquake present in the house; large cracks in the walls that ran from floor to ceiling. 

This morning I woke up just like I did yesterday, at 930. Yesterday, I decided what I would be doing with the fifth graders, helping with lessons to distinguish fiction and nonfiction and improve reading comprehension, while keeping in mind that a book report would be coming at the end of the term. Today I showed up to watch the English skits that the children were working on based on the book that they are currently reading, The Witches by Roald Dahl (I remember loving that book when I was a kid). 

After that, I took a taxi downtown and ate at Cafe Elkiko, where we had ‘el kiko’– a hamburger with sauerkraut, pickles, mayo, and mustard to which I added a ton of ají accidentally and didn’t realize that I just eaten the hot sauce the whole time in place of ketchup. I went out and bought a bouquet of lilies afterwards to bring back to the Acuñas from the streets of Santiago and took a taxi back. 

At the Acuñas all of the animals were out playing, so I dropped my stuff inside and ran out with my camera to take thousands of pictures of the cats and dogs. However, I still haven’t mastered how to open that door, and got locked out for forty minutes until someone came home… It’s okay, I had my feline friends (my only friends). 

After, I packed for Concepción, took a three hour nap, and ate dinner–brown rice with sautéed veggies and chicken, salad, and we opened our See’s candies for the first time. We had a conversation about the dairy industry (why Americans drink so much milk), cheese (I remember from NPR that it’s illegal to buy cheese under about 50 days old), and rosemary. 

Alicia

P.S. Ecuador is 2-2 vs. Brasil now!!!

June 11th, 2011

Two days ago… Francisco and I went to Alta Las Condes, which is a mall in the center of town catered to wealthier residents. The notable thing about that is that in the parking structure, little green lights were on above empty parking spaces and signs blinked green numbers detailing how many open spaces were present in any particular row… It made me wonder why I had never seen them before in the states–I can definitely think of a few places I’ve been that could use them! Fco stopped to get a porcelain bathtub figurine for his mother there and then we left for the airport to pick up Francisco’s friend Joaquin, a schoolmate from Uruguay who he met in Singapore. However, there was a big mix-up where we arrived three hours early to the airport (fine with me, as that meant I got to try my first pineapple caipirinha as well as a ham-and-mozzarella quesadilla smothered in avocado, just like everything in chile) (THEY LOVE AVOCADOS).

Soon after we picked Joaquin up we went to an Italian restaurant (still full, had onion soup) and I saw The Fanciest TGI Fridays In the Entire World. It was a seriously first class establishment, so much so that only a picture suffices (updating from my iPad makes this a hard process, please excuse me and allow yourself to picture the magnificence of a three-story dimly-lit TGI Fridays).

Yesterday I woke up at 7 to go to Valparaíso and Viña del Mar, two cities on the coast that appear to be some kind of hybrid of Cannery Row and Quito, colorful, with hand-decorated signs and corrugated tin walls along a Monterey-esque coast. We walked along the beach, ate street food (peanuts covered in red sugar, profiteroles filled with manjar/dulce de leche, an empanada filled with cheese and clam) and dropped into a casino where I tried $2 on a slot machine that I had no idea how to use (“wait which button do I press–where did my money go?”). Needless to say, my first try at “gambling” didn’t really give me that rush that some people experience…

We ate dinner at a place in Cochoa, where I had the best ceviche of my life. Made with some time of very soft fish kind of like sole that begins with an r, accompanied by rice cooked in the south American fashion, almost halved and kind of rough looking while still soft. I also tried loco, which is abalone or something: it was rough and gelatinous at once, looked like a snail with a little extra flesh–to Chileans, it is a delicacy, but to me it was… pretty horrible. There are few dishes in my life that I have had to admit defeat to, but this was one of them (the last one, I believe, was a cow’s stomach lining). You win some, you lose some.

We strolled around a park downtown, where there were a few baroque-looking churches and mansions converted into theaters. After crossing by an all-glass metro station, kind of like a mini version of the statue in front of the Louvre, we went to a behemoth all-concrete stadium surrounded by a jungle-like landscape where Sting and many other artists once played. We also saw a colonial mansion in danger of falling down at any moment because of the damage from the earthquake, completely cracked from foundation to roof.

We came back after I slept for two hours on the ride home, although I did wake up to go to the bathroom at a rest stop–the ladies’ room lights weren’t on, so I went into the kids bathroom… the toilets were a foot high… such an odd sight. Like a bathroom in a Wonka factory.

I packed up my stuff like lightning and after a 35 minute drive (instead of the necessary 10), we found my host family’s house. Very sweet, five kids, all blond and blue eyed. The daughter told me she gets approached once a week on the streets and is asked, “where do you come from? Why are you here?” since their physiognomy isn’t the norm on the streets of Santiago. We had dinner at 11:15 pm, and ate salad, corn chowder, chicken, flat noodles with butter and ground meat, and persimmon pudding (which looked like a chocolate bundt cake) that we poured a mixture of margarine and lemon sugar icing over.

Woke up at 6 this morning to start my first day of school, and took the city bus with the 17 year old son, Daniel. The Bradford school is a massive enclosed three-story space with a library on the ground floor. I spent about three hours in the principal’s office, and after I met him I was shocked by his accent. I was trying to guess where he’s from and I was thinking for some reason, “Iowa. There is no way that this guy is not from Iowa.” But alas, born and raised Santiago son of diplomat parents, who spells like a Brit and occasionally places a heavy English accent on words like cottage, hockey, and haughty.

I spent the day in the fifth grade class, shuffling between the classroom of a teacher from Danville, California and another from Australia, both very inviting and sweet women. Going to lunch was odd because all of the teachers (even gringas) exchanged jokes in rapid Spanish while I nodded and got the classic questions: 1. Why are you here? 2. For how long?, and in that order.

I slowly got over my embarrassment at having jokes and phrases fly over my head as I worked in my second classroom. The kids were absolutely hilarious and precocious, and it was wonderful REALLY knowing the answers to their questions (“how do you pronounce this?” “oh, that’s alliance, you’re welcome” and “what does it mean for a sea to be ‘almost completely enclosed by land’?”). They were given ten minutes to ask me questions, and of course, “do you have a boyfriend?” came first.

They tried to give me words to pronounce randomly, like refrigerador and veterinario while I helped them on their ecosystem posters, and I honestly can’t wait to go back.

Now, waiting for Fco to pick me up at the house… And the next leg of my day begins…

Chau,
Alicia