Saturday, July 21, 2007
I took the metro to Calli’s apartment and we (Calli’s mom and dad, Kristen (from Johnson County, KS, Calli and I) drove to the beach town of Cartagena in Calli’s mom’s little old car. The drive was beautiful as we passed vineyards, orchards, and fields. It’s still winter, so there wasn’t much foliage, but I can only imagine it in the spring! We got to the beach, ate lunch, then went site seeing on the playa (beach). Talk about incredible. I’ll have pictures soon, I promise. Crashing waves, gorgeous, huge beaches, colorful old houses scattered across the hillside, little stores selling beautiful jewelery for close to nothing, churro stands, an old man drawing cartoons in the sand, and people bundled in their winter clothes wishing it was January so they could swim.
Saturday night we went out with 2 of Calli’s (adopted) cousins and their friends. They grew up in Cartagena and spent the last week there for their winter break. I experienced many new aspects of Chilean youth culture on Saturday night: We first went to their friends house for what they called “Previa” or the American version of “pregaming”. They passed around a joint (I respectfully declined) and also offered us numerous cigarettes and were amazed that we didn’t smoke (cigarettes or pot!). Despite their recreational habits that I don’t necessarily share, they were all really nice and friendly. They were especially patient with us while we tried to keep up with the conversation. Its great to finally meet Chilean kids our age and make some friends.
Around 1:30 at night (technically that is Sunday morning right?) we took a taxi to the next town over to a “discotheque” or club. We then danced the night away until the club closed at 5 am. All the Chileans knew every word to the songs in Spanish, but we were able to sing along with the American songs!! I had a great time and even got to meringue! My new Chilean friend that I danced with, Sebastian, asked me where I had learned to meringue and I try to explain to him that in the States we have a different type of dancing called Swing Dancing (and Cajun Dancing!) that is very similar. When I told him I wanted to learn how to meringue, he seemed confused and told me that I already knew how!! I was quite flattered, so thanks to all of you who taught me to Cajun and Swing dance!
Once they kicked us out of the club, we took a cab back to the Cartagena, where we wanted watch the sunset on the beach. But it was way to cold. Everyone fell asleep at Calli’s cousins house while Sebastian and I talked about my “pololo” (boyfriend) back home (right now in Equador!) and me taking advantage of my time in Chile. According to the directors of our program, Chilean boys are accustomed to being very romantic and Sebastian tried his best. Apparently after hanging out 3 times, the boys get the point. I convinced him that we would only be friends and after that he was really cool. We finally went home at 7:30 am when Calli’s mom called just wondering where we were. We went back to Calli’s house and Kristen, Calli, and I fell asleep cuddling in a big queen bed with at least 8 blankets on top for warmth. Which brings us to…
3 comments:
Trevor is definitely your novio. At least in my area, pololo is a informal relationship which includes making out in public, private, etc. When you tell them your history with Trevor ask them if they would call that a novio or a pololo. Novio seems to be more serious and I think describe Trevor.
So is it OK if Kayla has a pololo in Chile? Just making out is OK?
wait mom, what? it is not OK to have a pololo in Chile nor is making out just OK. good thing i did neither! I think eric is right. Trevor is more of a novio then a pololo. either way, you crack me up. :)
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