We had been planning to go into Santiago around 2, and I got on instant messenger (I lost my phone at the discotec on Thursday night...) around noon to check what was up. Diegs said to get over to his house immediately because we were going to Con Con to go swimming. So of course I rushed over and then had to wait for like a year for them to actually be ready to go.
Diego's friend Marco is in town from Santiago, and his dad's summer/sometimes apartment is in Con Con. The building, like all of the city, is built upon sand dunes, and is shaped around the hilly landscape. The pool itself is on the fourth or fifth story/level and looks directly out into the sea with nothing blocking the view. It was like floating on a cloud. We took a little dip and laid out to catch some sun until my hunger got the best of me and we headed out for some food.
I took my second stab at the completo, the hot dog sandwich I had on one of my first days here. It is essentially a long, skinny hot dog (vienesa, they say) laying in a huge toasty french roll, topped with an inch of tomatoes, topped with an inch of avocado, topped with an inch of mayo. I got smart this time and opted to share one with Kacie; it turned out to be just the right amount of meat-to-topping-disproportionate sandwich for one gringa.
There wasn't really anything else we needed to do, so we just headed back to the pool for more laying out and a couple of piscolas. The day lazily faded from 4 o'clock to 7 o'clock, and we decided to head back into Vina to start the evening.
Marco insisted that we needed to try Chilean signature "cerveza del puerto," so we trundled off to a bar in el centro (the center, downtown). We had to walk a little farther along the main street than I had ventured before and the street lights were beginning to get fewer, but the bar itself had an awesome industrial/really-cool-bar feeling. Marco ordered us french fries, because our eating usually runs on my stomach's schedule and I was feeling hungry again. Diego got a call that another friend was coming in from Santiago and we should head home soonish to meet him.
The night was similar to all the others: we hung around Diego's with a large group of friends until we could go out dancing. The club we wanted to try was full and wouldn't let in such a huge group of boys and only two girls, so we headed toward the beach. Kacie and I waded in the surf for a little while before our cold-sensors turned on and we headed home. There was a bit of a commotion trying to get the hot water to work, but once we got it figured out and got washed up the socializing continued.
Eventually, my stomach started rumbling yet again and it was really getting late, so I headed out and Jose Manuel opted to walk me home. We stopped by McDonalds, which is a surprisingly popular destination at 5 am on Saturday morning. We ate and walked home, making my final bedtime around 6:30. We made plans for when we were going to start the fiesta again, and I got some much needed beauty rest so I could be ready for another grueling day of doing everything and nothing.
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