Tuesday, July 29, 2003
SATURDAY: all 4 study abroad people, and the harvard med students who are here also, piled into vans and drove to isla negra. In the morning, the "heat" in our van actually made things colder, but by the time we got to the coast it was ok...Isla Negra isn´t an island, but one of Pablo Neruda´s houses. Its crammed full of things, from mastheads, to masks, to a little room full of french glass bottles. Unlike El Sebastiana, though, the Fundacion Neruda has turned Isla Negra into more of a museum museum. After staring at the huge Pacific waves for a bit, we drove to Pomaire to eat "traditional Chilean food"- I barely made a dent in my huge Pastel con Choclo. Pomaire is teensy but full of ceramics storefronts- and every one sells piggy banks! They´re good luck, apparently. I ended up with a flowerpot and a tiny pig, paying a grand 30 cents for the both.
That night everyone gathered in downtown Santiago and we hit (or tapped gently) the nightlife in Bellavista. Started off at the Crazy Bar on Pio Nono street, than wandered in search of a club. After a failed attempt to find the elusive (and segun Let´s Go, oh so exclusive) Tantra, which I think has morphed into the Cafe Teatro, we headed towards the faux Grecian columns of Delphos. (hey, girls free). While wriggling around to bad latin-something and almost-techno for awhile (and watching two of the med students, who made a gorgeous and yet oh so PG couple), we watched the barely adolescent boys preening on top of the platforms (or whatever they´re called) and watched out for random Chileans hunting for prey from the side (Andryka: "I´ve never seen so many hungry eyes in my life"). Our numbers diminished til it was 4 SA people and one med student. We were rewarded around three in the morning when, de repente, it became the 80s. And then the 70s, and then the 60s- the Doors was as early as it went, but for the next 45 minutes we relived our youths. Katrina and the Waves, Grease, Run-DMC´s Walk This Way, Kriss-Kross, Cypress Hill. After Eminem, though, they swtiched modes to merengue. We recommenced awkward shuffling, then just stopped and watched a swirling couple next to us. I think I was the last to notice, but pretty soon we were surrounded by swirling couples on all sides (Chris the Harvard Med Student: "I have never felt this inadequate in my life"). After a random guy took pity on the three girls in turn and spun us around a few times, we all slipped (slunk) off the dance floor. But at 4 in the morning, Bellavista seemed livelier than Cambridge at 9 PM.
That night everyone gathered in downtown Santiago and we hit (or tapped gently) the nightlife in Bellavista. Started off at the Crazy Bar on Pio Nono street, than wandered in search of a club. After a failed attempt to find the elusive (and segun Let´s Go, oh so exclusive) Tantra, which I think has morphed into the Cafe Teatro, we headed towards the faux Grecian columns of Delphos. (hey, girls free). While wriggling around to bad latin-something and almost-techno for awhile (and watching two of the med students, who made a gorgeous and yet oh so PG couple), we watched the barely adolescent boys preening on top of the platforms (or whatever they´re called) and watched out for random Chileans hunting for prey from the side (Andryka: "I´ve never seen so many hungry eyes in my life"). Our numbers diminished til it was 4 SA people and one med student. We were rewarded around three in the morning when, de repente, it became the 80s. And then the 70s, and then the 60s- the Doors was as early as it went, but for the next 45 minutes we relived our youths. Katrina and the Waves, Grease, Run-DMC´s Walk This Way, Kriss-Kross, Cypress Hill. After Eminem, though, they swtiched modes to merengue. We recommenced awkward shuffling, then just stopped and watched a swirling couple next to us. I think I was the last to notice, but pretty soon we were surrounded by swirling couples on all sides (Chris the Harvard Med Student: "I have never felt this inadequate in my life"). After a random guy took pity on the three girls in turn and spun us around a few times, we all slipped (slunk) off the dance floor. But at 4 in the morning, Bellavista seemed livelier than Cambridge at 9 PM.
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