Sunday, August 10, 2003
Wandered around Santiago Centro yesterday with Scott (after buying a jacket, and then shoes at Payless of all places) though a couple pedestrian streets. We saw a giant Pikachu battling (hugging? it was unclear) a giant Barney, and nearly had a run-in with a giant soccer ball thing. We walked through the Cathedral, and people-watched in the Plaza de Armas We heard a street musician playing Metallica on a flute with synth background. And in the Metro station?
There was a BOOK VENDING MACHINE. It was the coolest thing EVER, especially because these weren´t your typical mass market paperbacks. It was QP Marquez (Chronicle of a Death Foretold) and Saramago. Among others. Shiny and new and there for the paying.
Scott tells me there is a CD one too.
We met with Scott´s friend Roberto and one of his friends, who was totally a frat boy (leather jacket and not bad looking but slightly dazed and loud)- except he´s 27. After eating out they plied us with piscola while we almost beat them in a Chilean game they called Duda. We went to a birthday party in Vitacura and watched the Chileans (the tallest group, Scott observed, he´d seen here- 4 or 5 over 6 ft. I felt short again, instead of normal) engage in some very bizarre probably pisco-induced dancing. Then we followed Roberto to another party, which turned out to be a meet and mingle thing organized by a Jewish organization.
So at 3 in the morning, in Santiago, Chile, Scott and I found ourselves eating falafel, listening to Juanes and Guns n' Roses, and (ultimately) talking to one of the Georgetown U exchange students from the next table over.
There was a BOOK VENDING MACHINE. It was the coolest thing EVER, especially because these weren´t your typical mass market paperbacks. It was QP Marquez (Chronicle of a Death Foretold) and Saramago. Among others. Shiny and new and there for the paying.
Scott tells me there is a CD one too.
We met with Scott´s friend Roberto and one of his friends, who was totally a frat boy (leather jacket and not bad looking but slightly dazed and loud)- except he´s 27. After eating out they plied us with piscola while we almost beat them in a Chilean game they called Duda. We went to a birthday party in Vitacura and watched the Chileans (the tallest group, Scott observed, he´d seen here- 4 or 5 over 6 ft. I felt short again, instead of normal) engage in some very bizarre probably pisco-induced dancing. Then we followed Roberto to another party, which turned out to be a meet and mingle thing organized by a Jewish organization.
So at 3 in the morning, in Santiago, Chile, Scott and I found ourselves eating falafel, listening to Juanes and Guns n' Roses, and (ultimately) talking to one of the Georgetown U exchange students from the next table over.
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