the coriolis effect

So the thing with the weather is, doors open all over the place. They just layer and bear it...Paula and I went to her friend´s house last night, and the door to the patio was wide open the whole time. Coats inside and out. I attempted to salsa with the friend´s brother, though Harvard Ballroom style it was not. Later on, met up with some other people. Everyone asks me how I imagined Chile (I didn´t really have an image) and how I found it. One guy asked me if I´d heard of it before I planned to come, and was pleasantly surprised that DRCLAS had its office here, and not elsewhere in S.A., because Chile was so well-regarded. Someone else added that the Chileans were self-deprecating, unlike the Argentinians. And the U.S. came up peripherally...the guy who spoke the most english (not much) commented that the U.S. government was [something obscene] but the people were ingenuous\inocente. ç
Today, Juan said, sort of out the blue, that he was apolitical, and thought that el arte puro, should be without borders- apolitical too. Patricia replied that most artists were associated with the socialism and the left, but she knew Juan wasn´t. At the same time, Paula has said herself that they aren´t a typical Chilean family, because they are artist\musician types. Which makes me wonder back to the only period of Chilean history I know at all, and how much they were affected during the Pinochet era. But considering I have no idea still where exactly I am in relation to the city (the maps don´t have my street on them!) I´ll save history for later later. ç
so cold. SO COLD. My princeton tiger gives me desolate looks when I come in the uheated room.