Whether it be drunkenly dancing to Socialist boleros with a few thirty-something Chileans in a small smoke filled bar, riding the impecably clean subway, being stopped by knive juggling mimes, watching Russian documentaries in small art house movie theaters, eating massive churasco palta (literally Steak Avacado) Sandwichs, stumbling onto a patriotic poetry reading and presentation of traditional Chilean songs, walking through the Plaza de Armas rife with pigeons, pickpockets, street artists, palm trees, and guys selling helado, or just watching telenovelas with my host family and trying desperatly to understand what they´re arguing about, I am thoroughly enjoying Santiago.
This weekend has been good with all of the above included. Oh yeah, also a trip to the Museo de Arte Precolombino.
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