A Pumanque (no es el mall Apumanque!)

While I've been here, I've really wanted to do some earthquake relief volunteer work. There really isn't that much going on in Santiago since the earthquake did not affect that many people's houses here. However, in southern Chile many people lost their homes after the earthquake. I found this organization called Casa Básica which organizes volunteer house building trips during the long weekends. I thought it would just be a group of random Chileans that wanted to go to build. However, I was really surprised to find when I arrived that it was a group of about 20 Chilean high school seniors (5 girls and 15 guys) that all knew each other from school. There were 3 other college students that were running the trip and Theresa, another student on my program.

We were told to meet at a school at 6pm where the bus would take us to Pumanque. Pumanque is a town about 3 hours south of Santiago. It should really take less time but the drive was pretty slow since most of it was on normal roads since it is a very rural town of only about 3,000 people. In the chilean style, the bus left at 8pm and we stopped at a gas station with a food court for almost an hour.

We arrived in Pumanque at about midnight and we stayed in a school that has lots of bunk beds and the people that work there cooked all of our food. The organization is Christian, and therefore at the beginning they were very explicit about the rules: no alcohol and girls and guys sleep in different rooms. It was pretty funny that everyone shared one bathroom because I'm used to co-ed bathrooms at LC but everyone else thought it was the biggest deal. I told them what it is like at LC and they really could not believe me. It was funny to hang out with high scho

ol students that wanted to go to bed really late so that they could stay up to talk. They had a lot of questions about my life in the US and it was fun to get to know each of them even if they made fun of my inability to say certain things in Spanish. Every mornin

g, the blasted this reggeton song at 7am to wake us up and then would blast it in the evening and just start to dance. I heard it so many times that weekend that I know most of the words now! It really is quite good- here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zp1TbLFPp8

Theresa and I were placed in the same group with 6 high school guys. Our site was literally in the middle of nowhere. It was 15 minute drive from the town but the entire

ride was through pastures with hundreds of sheep. As the truck drove over the hills, the sheep fled from us.

The house we were building was for a family of six: mother, father, two kids (27 year old son and 11 year old daughter), and the parents of the father. Their land had absolutely beautiful views and was covered with sheep, chickens, turkeys, goats, dogs, cats, and birds. It was amazing to see how they all live peacefully togethe

r and especially cute to see these mother birds with tons of little chicks following them. The mother has domesticated one of their sheep and she even let me feed it with a bottle! They live in a media-agua which is wooden one-roomed house that people built around Chile right after the earthquake so that they could have a roof over them. They do not have any electricity or running water.

There were 3 worksites with about 8 people at each one. The houses that we built were pre-fabricated so it was quite a different experience than working with Habitat for Humanity. On the first day we leveled the ground and placed the cement blocks of the foundation in holes in the ground. I was quite confused because the cement blocks are really called apoyos (supports) but they all called them pollos for short so I thought they were talking about the chickens that were wandering around! The second day we finished the foundation and assembled the floor. On the third day, we we raised the walls and attached the roof.

For me it was really a challenge to work with the boys and not have someone that is fully in charge. They had all done this type of building project before so they knew what they were doing but did not want to think about giving Theresa and I certain jobs or how we could

all work together. I think that they were not very patient with explaining what things meant when the language made it difficult for us to understand, but I mostly think they treated us differently for being women. It is definitely a part of the culture difference because none of them thought that we could be doing exactly what they did. It was frustrating ask what to do every few minutes, so I eventually gave up because I could tell that Danisa, the 11 year old daughter, looked bored. Living so far from the town makes it really hard for her to see her friends outside of school. I could not believe when she told me that she rides her bike for an hour to get to school. We talked a lot and I made up games that we could play with rocks.

Theresa and I then helped her with her English homework. The next day I brought my Bananagrams board game so

that we could play it together when there was nothing for us to do. She loved it so much that we played for the next two days and I let her keep it when it was time to leave. I also talked a lot with the mom and the grandmother. I was intregued about their live but they were even more ingtregued about mine. They are both illiterate and do not know much about the outside world. They wanted to hear me pronounce words and asked me lots of questions about what it is like to fly in an airplane and live in the United States. They made us delicious lunches every day and wanted to serve us each multiple plates!

After the second night, I told the boys in my group how I really felt. They were all extremely shocked at how up fron

t I was with them and said that they had no idea that we wanted to do so much. The third day was so much better because they gave us specific jobs and Danisa helped us to do them too. When the

house was finished and it was time to go, the mother gave me eggs from her chicken to take back to Santiago (and 4 of the 5 made it without breaking)! It was extremely hard to say good

bye to Danisa after bonding so much and knowing that there is really no way to stay in contact because they don't have computers or even mail. I'm going to try to send a letter to her school just in case it can get to her there.

Viaje a Temuco y Puerto Saavedra

So I recognize that this post is extremely late, but better late than never! About a month ago, we had our second weekend trip planned by CIEE. This time, we were off to Temuco in southern Chile. It is only about an hour flight from Santiago, but it is extremely different there than here. The focus of the trip was to learn about indigenous culture since the majority of indigenous people in Chile live in that area. On our first full day, we went to Feria Pinto which is an outdoor market that sells fruits, vegetables, giant cheeses, meat, seafood, spices, etc. As a group of 40 extranjeros, we definitely stood out there because Temuco is not a tourist destination. We spent the majority of the day at escuela Bicultural Mapuche San Juan De Makewe. Our day at the school was a combination of all my favorite things. We spent the day playing with the children that go to the school and painting the different buildings. We sang songs, played soccer, painted with them, and taught them how to play capture-the-flag. The students were so excited to have us there to play with them that they convinced their teachers to let them not have some of their classes. They all called us tía/tío which is basically a form of respect toward people older than them. I thought it is actually quite a good system since it would be impossible to remember all of our names.

We spent our sec

ond full day in Puerto Saavedra at comunidad Kom Che Ñi Ruka at Lago Budi. It is a community of Mapuche families that live on this huge piece of land that overlooks a lake. The views were stunning, but it was hard to imagine living so far from all civilization. We talked to the

different members of the community and they showed

us different aspects of their life: making wool clothing, raising animals, the farm, cooking, herbal medicine, and dance. They also taught us this game called palin which is really similar to field hockey. After they explained it to our whole group, they then said tha

t only men can play. It was pretty funny since my study abroad group has about 6 guys and 25 girls. We also learned some words in mapudungun, the Mapuche language (chai-el-tu-mai = thank you). They taught us all about Mapuche culture and how important the land is for them and the preservation of their culture. We thought it was funny that all the children were wearing clothes from the US (mostly with the names of sports teams)! That night we stayed in a hotel that was made up of individual cabins on the beach.

On Sunday we went back to Temuco to visit another market and to go on a hike. The hike was at cerro Ñielol which is literally impossible to say! At the top we could see all of Temuco. We then went to the airport and came back to Santiago.

Mi vida Chilena: ¿Una routina? ¡No sé!

This is Santiago after the rain!!!

So I know that it has been way too long since I last wrote a blog entry, but every time I sit down to write I get distracted by all the other things that I need to be doing. I am about to have finals next week (hard to believe, I know!) so I figured it would be a nice break from studying and writing papers. As for my life here, I've been doing lots of travelling on the weekends so I've only been in Santiago during the week.

In the past month, I had to deal with group projects which is quite an experience with

Chilean students because they all want to work the day before it is due. Clearly not my style...but I've had to learn to deal with it! For my class at Universidad de Chile, we had to visit a drug rehabilitation center. I was supposed to meet my group at the metro, but when I got there, there were only people from a different group. So I joined their group and went to visit

the center. We were able to listen to people tell their stories which were all very inspirational and about halfway through, I realized that I had forgotten they were talking in Spanish because I was so engrossed and could understand everything! In our groups of 10, we then had to create a powerpoint presentation and a paper to turn in. I'm pretty sure that one person designed the presentation because I heard nothing about it until showing up in class. I was so nervous because not only was I going to talk in front of 100 people in Spanish, but I had no idea what I was going to say! Luckily, the professor said to pick three people to represent the group and I almost died of relief!

I've finished my volunteering in the school, but in the past month I've had a lot of good experiences with it. I helped twice in a classroom with 8-year-olds which was absolutely hilarious. Both times, I taught them basic songs in English like "If you're happy and you know it." They were so fascinated by me that when I walked in the classroom, all 30 students surrounded from all sides. When I said I was from California, they wanted to know if I was friends with Hannah Montana or the Jonas Brothers. I also helped the high school girls with their presentations and learning how to make resumes.

A few weekends ago, Allyson and I went on a hike to Yerba Loca with El Montañista (the hiking group). We left early in the morning to meet the group and then this lady who had a car took us to the base. She was born in the US but moved to Chile when she was 5 so she has a perfect accent in both Spanish and English

which freaked us out. She's also Jewish and has a daughter who studies Sociology who she wants me to meet. It took us about 3 hours to hike up, an hour for a lunch break, and then about two hours to get down. All the Chileans laughed at us for bringing entire raw vegetables and peanut butter sandwiches in our lunches, but then they admitted that it was probably a good idea.

In the past month I've also been invited over to 2 friends' houses. The first was Virginia, a girl from my salsa class, who invited me over to make sopaipillas paseras which are basically fried dough soaked in this wierd sugary substance. I didn't like them very much because they were soggy but she was so excited about the project that I had to eat them. The second was Alfredo, a friend from my swim class who invited me to have a typical once at his house which basically includes bread, cheese, avocado, tea, and lots of cookies. We talked with his mother for a long time and he also gave me

a tour of different parts of Santiago.

This past weekend, I had a trip to visit a Mapuche villiage with my human rights class. It was very interesting to be able to talk with them and see everything that they do there. Since it was just outside of Valparaíso, Allyson and I

decided to spend the night in Valparaíso. She stayed with her friend Anna who is spending the semester there. I stayed in a Hostel with Alice and Ben (Alice's friend from Pomona) who were spending the weekend there. On Saturday, Anna showed us around Valpo. We walked around the outdoor museum, visited La Sebastiana (one of Pablo Neruda's 3 houses), ate wonderful food, and then headed back to Santiago.

This past week Allyson, Alice, and I spent a lot of time with Ben since he decided to spend some time in Santiago before heading to his next destination. When we returned to Santiago, it was pouring rain and he didn't know where his hostel was, so I offered for him to stay on my floor at my house. The next morning, we ate breakfast with my host mom and younger brother. Unfortunately, Ben mentioned the tortilla that I was given by the Mapuche wo

men (literally a brick of bread) so then my host mom demanded that we eat after she warmed it even though it was still hard as a rock. When I returned home that evening she had some comment like "Oh how wonderful young romance is!" It took me a minute to realize that she was talking about me because she thought Ben was my boyfriend. I told her that he wasn't and when I told that story to Ben we both laughed.

Last week was Alice's birthday so Ben and I went to have once at her house with her family. I baked her some chocolate chip cookies and then I gave the rest to my friends in my swim and sociology classes since fresh cookies don't really exist here. They were so excited and all told me that I made the best cookies they've ever eaten! Alice and I went to see Que Pena Tu Vida

which is a Chilean movie. We were both so excited that we could understand it all becase we knew that if we had seen it upon arriving to Santiago we never would have understood any of the modismos.

Two weeks ago I participated in Running UC which is a 5K/10K race around the University. I ran with five other friends and we got free tshirts for participating. It was lots of fun because they did a baile entretenido warm-up and played great music. One last bit of excitement...Last week I was in a construction store to buy gloves for my volunteer trip and this guy

who was helping me find what I needed asked me if I have a parent that is a native Spanish speaker because he thought my Spanish was so good!

Today was pretty typical in the life of Allyson and Alison. We went to study in Starbucks today...well I arrived around 2pm and she came about 3 hours later after getting lost on her way. We caught up on life for about the first hour and then actually did some work for the next two hours. We exchanged headphones and played each other music from our itunes libraries which made us realize that we listen to a lot of the same music. When it was finally dark and we accomplished something, we decided to head home after buying $2 individual pizzas from Telepizza. We laughed when the guy there asked for a name for the order, and then laughed more about how we could never show our host families what we had just bought.

More updates to come soon about my recent trips...

Buenos Aires

The adventures of the weekend began on Friday evening when Alice and Martin slept at my house because we had to leave at 4am the next morning for the airport. At about 9:30pm, I told my host mom we were going to bed because we needed to get up so early. She insisted that we stay up for a little while longer because she was going to the market to buy stuff to make empanadas. When I told her this was not necessary because we were going to bed, she said, don't worry you can go to bed and I'll bring them to the three of you. I'm not too sure what I thought would happen, but sure enough, at about 10:30 when we were all asleep, she came into my room and put the plates of empanadas by our heads. The next morning we laughed about the ridiculousness of the situation.

When we arrived in Buenos Aires, Alice's friend Rosa met us at the airport. She is studying in Buenos Aires for the semester so she knows a lot about the city. We spent the day with her walking around the city, and she pointed out all the important historical sites and buildings. It was like having a tour guide! Just a few of the places

we visited were the Plaza de Mayo, el congreso, and the

bookstore theatre. Rosa is studying at the University of Buenos Aires, so she took us to see a part of the campus. They have not had classes for a few weeks because the students are protesting the safety of the buildings. Recently, a glass window shattered and could have hurt students had it occurred during the day. She explained that

they don't have fire extinguishers, enough emergency exits, etc. It was interesting to see all the political signs and paintings that cover the indoor walls of the buildings. In the evening, we headed back to our hostel where we were staying in a room for 10 people. We talked with 2 guys who had just graduated from the University of Oregon and 2 people from England that drive tour

busses.

On Sunday we walked around the outdoor artisinal market in San Telmo which is probably 10 blocks long. We then met up with Rosa, Ben (Alice's other friend from Pomona that is travelling ar

ound South America), and Rosa's parents at the Recoleta Cemetary. This is a famous cemetary that is almost like a museum because the crypts are so large and elaborate.

The most famous one was the crypt for Eva Peron. Alice, Ben, Martin, and I spent the afternoon walking around Palermo and in the evening we went to a milonga, which is where people go to dance tango. It was very impressive since this is a dance that you have to be good at when you go to dance. It is not something that can be learned in the moment!

On Monday Alice, Martin, and I visited the major sports st

adium and then walked around the tourist areas. We saw restaurants that have stages for tango dancing that the tourists can watch while they eat! It was a

very lively area, with live bands that walk as they play, colorful buildings, and people following us to ask if we wanted to get drunk in their restaurants. In the evening, Alice went to eat with her friends. Two new British guys had just moved into our hostel room and they asked Martin and I if we wanted to join them for a

steak dinner. Martin was very

excited, as he had been waiting to have this famous Argentinian steak dinner the entire trip. Of course, I was not as excited as the three guys, but I was happy to find that the restaurant had an entree of grilled vegetables that I could enjoy while they all enjoyed their 17oz steaks! It was fun to get to know these two guys, one which is trying to be an actor (appropriately named Harry!) and the other that works in an IT department. They spoke no Spanish so they made us feel very confident about our level of Spanish!

On Tuesday morning, we headed to the airport in the madrugada (earliest part of the morning that it's really not morning yet), bought our last alfajores, and made it back to Santiago just in time to head to classes!

Here are some amazing pictures from flying over the Andes: the mountains and the blanket of clouds beneath the plane!

El rescate: Vive los 33 mineros!

Just minutes ago, I watched the 33rd miner as he was rescued from la mina San José. These past 24 hours have been absolutely amazing--watching the news and being able to see as each miner arose to the surface. The operation began very late last night at about 11pm. I woke up this morning, turned on the tv, and watched miners 12, 13, 14, and 15 be rescued. Today I went to classes, and when I got home, I was able to watch the last 4 miners escape. It took about 15 minutes for each miner to make the journey inside the Phoenix capsule up the shaft, which was 624m (2,047ft) long.

The 33 men were discoverd alive on August 22, 17 days after the mine collapsed. Those 17 days were full of stress, not only for the families of the miners, but for the country and the world. The uncertainty was unbearable. When we found out they were alive, the country sighed in relief, but prayed for an imminent rescue. The miners were in the mine for 69 days, the longest period of time ever to have stayed in a mine. Watching the miners arrive on earth's surface has been utterly amazing and emotional. President Piñera was at the top of the shaft to greet each miner upon their arrival, and then

gave a speach when they were all rescued. He is hoping people will think of this successful rescue instead of human rights violations and natural disasters when they hear "Chile." Seeing the miners hug their wives, children, and loved ones is something so wonderful that truly cannot be described with words.

What a happy day for Chile!

Peculiaridades de estar enferma

In these last two weeks, I’ve discovered all the challenges that being sick here presents. First of all, it is nearly impossible to stay home and do nothing. There is always so much going on and some many new things to go see and do that I’ve been an epic failure at staying home to rest. I was doing fine until this weekend when I lost my voice and had no energy. So yesterday I stayed in bed all day and the funny thing is that I’m feeling so much better! The other challenging aspect is their logic for why people get sick. In the past week, I think five people have told me that I caught a cold because I don’t wear a scarf. I think people here are really confused because it has been about 65 degrees outside every day! My host mom has come into my room about every half our to ask if she can give me mentolatum (whatever that is!) to put on my nose, weird medications to take, and lemons to eat (because they have tons of vitamin c…but apparently disregarding the fact that they erode your teeth). She’s also been ridiculously angry for the fact that I don’t have socks on and I don’t blow-dry my hair after the shower. My host mom’s other theory is that everyone is getting sick now because everyone is taking their jackets off and putting them on so much because of the change in weather. When I told my actual mom that theory, she said they are more likely to hurt themselves than get sick!

Being sick yesterday turned out to be okay because I had to finish my 15 page essay due today for my human rights class, so I literally worked on that all day yesterday while in bed. The assignment was to pick a monument in Santiago that is a memorial for human rights violations during the dictatorship. We had to go visit the site and then write a research paper about its purpose and function. The monument I chose is called “Mujeres en la Memoria,”which is a glass wall in a plaza that is dedicated to the disappeared women. It turned out to be a very interesting project because online, the site looks beautiful and glamorous. When I went to take pictures of it, it was covered in graffiti. I then learned that this is a important theme: that most young people do not understand the importance of memorials and the seriousness of what happened here 30 years ago because teachers are not willing to teach it in their classes.

Here you can see the difference when the monument has been cleaned and the picture I took where it has been vandalized.

On Friday, my human rights class had a field trip. There are only four of us so it makes it pretty easy to go do things in Santiago. We went with our professor to visit a place called Agrupación de Familiares de Detenidos Desaparecidos. It is an organization that is composed of various women who have family members that were detained and/or disappeared during the military dictatorship. The organization is a support system, but they also work together to find information about their disappeared family and friends. Two members of the organization talked to us about their experiences, which was very powerful and much more interesting that reading about it in books.

In the evening, I went with some friends to the Banff Mountain Film Festival. It was great because everyone there was outdoorsy. It consisted of many different short films with extreme outdoor adventure sports. The most impressive was this guy that rock climbs with no ropes. His biggest climb was to the top of Half Dome in Yosemite!

On Saturday, CIEE had programmed a biking tour around Santiago for us. It was absolutely amazing how much we could see on bikes! We went to so many different parts of Santiago and we were able to see different communities, monuments, parks, cafes, buildings, etc. We mostly stayed on sidewalks, so it was pretty hard to get on and off of the curbs. It was also pretty challenging to do with a group of about 30 people.

Here are some more pictures from my trip to the south:

Snow at the base of the volcano
Cueca dancing in Castro, Chiloé

Penguins!

El bicentenario: Una gran aventura en el sur de Chile

For Fiestas Patrias, which is the holiday for Chilean Independence Day, we had a week off of classes, so I went on a trip to southern Chile with six friends from my program. This year Chile turned 200. I've heard people saying bicentenario so much that I forgot what the word was in English! We left Santiago on an 11pm bus and arrived in Pucon at 9am the next day. The amazing thing about Chile is the diversity in the climates. The north is desert and the south is very wet and green. It rained almost every day on our trip, but because of it the scenery is amazing. Pucon has one main street and is a tourism-based town so it has tons of hostels and shops that coordinate outdoor adventures. We took a short bus to Pucon's lake and walked along the beach. As we walked, we came upon some wild sheep that decided to follow us. We had to walk fast to get away from them, as their baaah-ing was intense. We heard drum sounds from very far away, which turned out to be some hippies playing music on the beach. We think the sheep were confused and trying to follow the music because according to Chileans, sheep only flee from people. We we got back to town, we went to one of the adventure shops because we wanted to climb volcano villarica, which is a very popular thing to do there. The shop was run by French people and we got a good laugh out of their ability to speak Spanish in a French accent. We tried on all the clothing that we would need to use for the climb, but we knew that we had to wait for a weather evaluation to see if the trip could happen. Ecole, our eco-friendly hostel in Pucon, was a wonderful surprise. It had warm, comfortable beds and a vegetarian restaurant! Madeline and I shared their lasagne which was absolutely amazing. The next morning, we had to meet thehiking group at 7am. They still weren't sure about the weather conditions so they said we had to get our gear on and drive up to the base. Unfortunately, we couldn't climb because it wassnowing at the base. It was hard to be sad about that because I was soexcited about the snow! When we got back to Pucon, we took a bus toVillarica. This picture, from outside the municipalidad has a stoplight that tells people about

the condition of the volcano. If

the light is

red, it is erupting and toxic. If it

is gree

n, it is safe to climb. In Villarica we

went to a farm and had a guided tour of it by

this man that lives there. The fields were absolutely beautiful, and even though we had to climb through some barbed wire fences, it was definitely worth it. We saw cows (including one that was just

born) and sheep and visited a Mapuche family's cheese factory. We purchased some cheese to share which was delicious. Our tour guide then took us to the

Crater beer factory. The man who owns the fac

tory gave us a tour and explained the process. We laughed when he told us that he built all the mac

hines but has to apply the labels to the bottles with glue and a paintbrush. In the evening, we leftVillarica on a bus to Puerto Montt.

We slept in Puerto Montt and woke up early to head to Chiloe. The owner of our hostel in Puerto Montt made us a delicious french toast breakfast before we left for Chiloe. Chiloe is a large island off

of the mainland of Chile. Our hostel owner told us we could take a bus to Ancud, Chiloe from Puerto Montt. We weren't too sure how that was possible since Chiloe is an island, but we soon found out that the bus drives straight onto a ferry which takes the bus to Chiloe. When on Chiloe, the bus keeps driving to Ancud. It was such a fascinating experience to be on a bus on a boat! We went to Mundo Nuevo, our hostel in Ancud, which had beautiful views of the ocean. Our hostel owner arranged a tour of the penguin sanctuaries for us. Two taxis came to our hostel to pick us up and take us to the beach.

The drive was amazing because the island is basically green hills that seem to never-ending. The taxis drove us straight onto the beach where we were then given por-si-acasos (lifejackets, or literally just-in-case's). We then had to ge

t onto a wooden trolly type thing that two men pushed so that we could get onto the boat without getting wet. Once on the boat, the driver took us the rocks where we could see the humboldt penguins. They are very small and there weren't too many since it is not quite the season yet, but it was definitely worth it!

That night we went out to dinner for traditional

Chilean food. Some of my friends ate curanto, which is this huge plate of meat, chicken, seafood, and sausages. We the

n went to the supermarket to stock up on food

because the supermarkets close for three days for the holiday! The next morning we got on a bus to go to Castro, Chiloe for the 18th, the actual holiday. Along the way, a couple got

on our bus with a huge drum set that the driver had to fit in the passenger seat. In Castro we saw a typical fiestas patrias parade with Chileans in

traditional outfits and playing instruments. We

then walked through many artisenal fairs. Since most things were closed, we got on another bus to go to Achao because we heard that there were beautiful views there. Yes, the ocean was pretty but there was literally nothing to do there. We asked a family what there was to do there and the guy asked us why we would ever have gone there. So we headed back to Castro, had dinner, and then Martin, Allison, and I went to a fonda, which is the

typical Chilean family party for the holiday. It was fun to see all the families dancing the traditional dances together. Luckily, CIEE had an evening for us to learn Cueca, the national dance. We were glad we had learned before the trip because we were able to dance the cueca a

t the fonda, impressing the Chileans with our abilities.

The next morning, we went back to our hostel in Puerto Montt. We then took a bus to Puerto Varas. We explored the town and went to more Chilean fairs. We searched for chicha, the typical Chilean drink for this holiday. It is pretty much fermented grape juice, but not quite wine. The tourist office there told

us to go see the waterfalls. So we got on yet another bus and it took an hour to get there. When we arrived, the park had just closed, so we literally got off the bus, crossed the street, and got on a different bus to go back. We would have stayed to walk around, but since it was pouring rain, we didn't want to risk having to wait for the next bus. That night, we slept at our hostel in Puerto Montt and woke up early the next morning to get on the bus to come back to Santiago. The bus ride was definitely one of the most boring experiences of my life. Since we were further south than where we arrived in Pucon, combined with the traffic from the holiday, the ride

took 15 hours. The ride was too bumpy to read and the sound on the tvs didn't work. It was such a wonderful trip but after that ride, I was so happy to be back in Santiago!

Here is a short video clip of Allison and I dancing the Cueca!