We're renting a car this weekend and heading north on the PanAmerican Highway to visit La Serena on the coast and Valle de Elqui a little further inland. We're hoping to see some Humboldt Penguins near the sea and to take a night time observatory tour in valley to do some star gazing. Check back early next week for photos!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Have a Baby by Me Baby
Each workday at about 2:30 I am asked by 50 Cent if I would like to have a baby by him and be a millionaire. I find it remarkable that this lyrical proposition didn’t reach my ears until I moved 5,000 miles away from his sultry voice. What’s more, he is not the only one who is trying to spark a long distance relationship with me; nearly everyday I’m being introduced to either a new English-speaking song or band, from 50’s Baby by Me and Friday by the equally talented Rebecca Black to Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros and Soko. Now, I’m not exactly a music aficionado, but I would like to think I know more about the US and English-speaking music scene than your average Chilean. That turns out not to be the case. Likewise, I found this to be true when I lived Denmark; everyone seems to know more about the US and English-speaking culture than I do. The best explanation I can find for this phenomenon is called “Public School Envy.” Such a ridiculous statement needs a little clarification. See if you can follow me on this one.
According to this theory put forth by Joseph Lapolla—who holds a Bachelor’s in Political Science and more importantly a Minor in Karate from Radford University—those who have the greatest access to the latest fashion/music care the least and are on average the least knowledgeable. In evidence Lapolla, also known as JoeyLa or Reege, offers up his childhood experience. JoeyLa’s mother was determined to make a good catholic out of him. Henceforth he was banished to the private catholic school world of navy blue slacks and button down shirts. With the scientific rigor of your average 10 year-old, JoeyLa claims that every last child at St. Leos was absolutely convinced that the “public school kids” sported the most fashionable clothes and listened to the coolest music. This caused many of them, including JoeyLa, to develop a psychological complex of being uncool and nerdy. To remedy this JoeyLa and his choirboy friends, Similar to my friends in Chile and Denmark, embarked on a trendsetting arms race to keep pace with the public school kids.
Unlike the Cold War, this arms race was destined to go hot. Realizing that her son was about as Catholic as Voltaire, Mrs. Lapolla relented and sent JoeyLa headlong into the Fairfax County Public School System. So, after several years of stockpiling Jnco jeans, Stussy and No Fear shirts, Adidas sambas, Air Walks, AirJordans, anything Mossimo, and everything from Pacific Sun Wear, JoeyLa got his chance to face the public school kids on their own turf. For the first day of 6th grade at Greenbriar West Elementary JoeyLa methodically laid out a battle plan that involved a pair of “bad ass” skull emblazed “Death Valley” lacrosse shorts and a Stussy shirt that had an image of a Rastafarian guy giving the peace sign. It was perfect.
(Soko is french but sings primarily in english, reminds me of kate nash)
To his surprise, JoeyLa not only held his own against his public school idols/rivals, he demolished them. The nicest and first kid he met on the playground that day didn’t stand a chance. He couldn’t understand how this kid, Korby, who seemed nice enough, would voluntarily wear khaki shorts and a checkered button down shirt. “That dude might as well have been wearing a St. Leo’s uniform except that St. Leo’s would have been an improvement to what he was wearing,” says JoeyLa. He was shocked; no girls were pregnant, there weren’t any gangs, fighting was nonexistent, and worst of all they all dressed normal—jeans and polo shirts. He looked around and realized he was suddenly the coolest guy in public school. He, Joseph Lapolla, was going to have to teach the public school kids about mall fashion. By the end of the 6th grade JoeyLa had the whole class in Jnco Jeans and Air Walk shoes.
Here in Chile I feel like the shoe is on the other foot; I am the public school kid walking into the private school. I’m the dork. In a way English is the public school system of the World, and the United States is Bayside High.
| (Giuliano y Nico: the whole office played March Madness and loved it. these are the winning brackets) |
This of course comes with two caveats. First, many feel US dominance is coming to an end, and it is almost chic to denounce US culture as crass and overconfident. That however doesn’t stop any of my friends from Denmark, Guatemala, Chile, France and Germany from listening to music and wearing clothes promoted in the US. How long this obsession will last is perhaps less certain than the US’s dominance. Every store you walk into, every party you go to the music is, for the most part, in English, and mostly from the US. Granted not all is exactly on the cutting edge—every grocery store jams out to late 80s early 90s; I love it. During the Christmas season, when it is summer here, they blast “White Christmas” and “Frosty the Snowman.” Everyone wants to do, wear, and listen to what the “public school nation” is doing, wearing and listening to, regardless of any inherent value.
That brings me to my second caveat. Exporting everything isn’t exactly ideal. I am not exactly proud of exporting “Jersey Shore,” 50 Cent, or Rebecca Black. But, there is a difference to those people who listen to 50 Cent here and those in the US; a playlist here pumps out 50 Cent, Pantera, Red Hot Chile Peppers, Dave Matthews, Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros, Jimmy Buffett, Ok Go, Death Cab for Cutie, and Old Crow Medicine Show. They listen to anything and everything without feeling trapped into one genre by peer pressure. If it’s in English and from the US it gets air time. Hopefully, in time, I, too, will be able to educate my public school nation about today’s Jnco Jeans--or maybe not.
(Of course i know acdc but you have to check out this chilean rendition)
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Why we love Saturdays and Wednesdays
Every Saturday and Wednesday morning, less than a block from our flat is this 200 foot stretch of freshness, deliciousness and color.
Every week I'm learning to buy less and less because whenever I go I come down with a severe case of 'My eyes are bigger than my stomach'. Everything just looks so delicious (and is) but there's only so much room in a small south american fridge shared by 7 people. Just because the sign sells one kilo of grapes doesn't mean we need a whole kilo because I would probably already have in my bag oranges, plums, carrots, celery, bananas, avocado, tomatoes and apples. (Thats a little over 2 lbs of grapes for about $1.10) But since we get it two days a week I simply have to remind myself to buy less but go twice.
Just one of the many reasons we love living here.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Bienvenidos a Argentina!
Last weekend we escaped the smoggy city to find some more good wine, meat, and sunshine across the border in Argentina. We left Santiago at 10:30 on Friday night and arrived in Mendoza around 6:30 the following morning. Normally the trip would only take 5 or so hours but stopping with a bus load of people whose passports and bags needed to be checked and stamped made the layover at the border slightly longer.
Upon arrival early Saturday morning we found our hostel, dropped off our bags, grabbed a bite to eat and went in search of the highly recommended wine tours via bicycle. We caught a local bus that took us about 20 minutes outside of Mendoza where we hopped on bikes with maps in hand and peddled and drank the day away.
Our first stop was to a tiny specialty olive oil production factory. (Tiny as in about the size of a small house) There we sampled olive oil, olive spreads, specialty made jams, dulce de leche, distinctive liquors and homemade chocolates. We were in heaven and this was only the first stop. After we filled our bellies we were ready for the vino.
From there we went to the wine museum, then peddled on further to two other small wineries and ended our tour at a little beer garden where sipped on artisan beers. It doesn’t get much better than that- a sunny day with a slight breeze at your back, riding bikes along tree lined streets outside of Mendoza with views of the snowcapped Andes in the distance – plus lots of good wine in between.
Yes the beer garden does look empty... we were enjoying ourselves too much to get up and take pictures while other people were there... we basically shut the place down...
I was coming down with a cold but had no reason what-so-ever to complain. We were having a blast! Around 6:30 we caught the bus back to Mendoza to rest for a bit before a typical Argentinean dinner consisting of lots of beef.
The following day we only had a few hours before catching our bus at 2:00 so we decided to be uber touristy and hop on one of the buses with the roof cut out. It turned out to be great and we got to see a good deal of Mendoza in a short amount of time.
Downtown Mendoza streets.
Admiring the interesting tree species. (Check out the thorns on that trunk!)
View from the hill 'Cerro de la Gloria'
Though an even better ride was the first four hours of our trip back to Santiago; the landscapes crossing the Andes were incredible. Our eyelids grew heavy from the short but full 33 hours spent in Mendoza but the beautiful panorama kept us awake and in awe until the sun set after crossing back into Chile.
We officially love Argentina.
Friday, April 15, 2011
Road Trippin
Mendoza, Argentina for the weekend. More good wine, beef and apparently out of this world ice cream.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Summer's Last Hurrah
This weekend we broke out the sweaters and socks... Warm days, we will be awaiting your return in October.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
(Mostly) Wordless Wednesdays
These were the most beautiful grapes that were hanging from someone's trellis in Pomaire. This is officially my new favorite color palette.
(Thank you Laura for the great idea of 'Mostly Wordless Wednesdays'!)
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