
Andrea and Suzana at Cerro Santa Lucia (downtown Santiago)

Cerro Santa Lucia

Josh, Andrea, Anna, Alejandro, and Pedro

Dancing with the man of the hour, Igor!

View from Cerro Santa Lucia
After being in Santiago for almost a month, one thing is clear. These people love meat. Can’t get enough of it. In light of this, I have decided to start eating meat once a month. I don’t want to feel like I am missing out on any part of the culture. About a week ago I had my very fist “meating” (see what I did with that?!). One of my good friends here, Igor, went back to Brazil last week. In honor of Igor, we had ourselves a pretty solid going away party. The night started out with piscos (traditional Chilean drink) at one of our new Chilean friend’s house (that’s right…I have Chilean friends now). At Igor’s request, we went to what we thought was one of the best gay clubs in town. Turns out it's only a gay club on Thursdays. (Oops. Sorry Igor!) Any who, we continued to party until the club closed and as you can imagine after a late night such as this we needed McDonalds. We needed it bad. We get to the McDonalds and I order a large fry. The cashier informs us that the ONLY thing that they have are cheeseburgers. At first I thought I was in some sort of nightmare. No late night food?!?!? What am I going to do?!?! But then it dawned on me…… This would never happen in America... therefore…this is a part of Chilean culture. If I truly want to be immersed in Chilean culture I HAD to eat a cheeseburger! I had no choice!!!! So there it is. The first meat I have eaten in well over a year was not 1 but 4 (some claim 5) McDonalds cheeseburgers.
In other news, Spanish is still difficult. I feel like I am doing well, but there is still so much to learn. One of the things that bothers me the most is that when I speak in Spanish my personality does not come through at all. So in an attempt to fix this and to make my parents proud, I took it upon myself to learn some essential “Stephanie-isms.” So now, even though I have a lot of trouble telling my cab driver directions, I can tell people to “suck it” (chupa lo), and can even say “son of a bitch” (hijo de puta) with the ease and fluency of someone who was born here. I can also turn anything anyone says to me around on them. For example:
Joe Smoe) You are learning Spanish.
Me) No YOU are learning Spanish.
I know what you are thinking…with my good looks and killer personality (that I can now express en espanol) how do I not have a boyfriend down here?! The thing about Santiago is that it is not a place that values being single. This is probably one of the biggest culture shocks for me. Everyone is dependent on whoever they are dating and whether or not you have a boyfriend ALWAYS comes up in a matter of minutes after meeting someone. Someone asked me the other day if I had a pelolo (boyfriend in Chile.) I told him no. And he says “Oh so you are alone?” Clearly I responded with a “No, YOU are alone.” Psh...owned him!!!