Euro mullet

Not that I know a lot about it, but it seems to me that Chile is fairly European. There is a lot of commercial and residential variety in my neighborhood, and it makes it easy to walk to whatever you need. Their public transportation system couldn't be better, except maybe if they wanted to reupholster the bus seats or make the drivers drive less crazily. A lot of the people dress very well, and make me feel unfashionable on an average day. They also seem crazy about the Euro mullet, but I couldn't tell you why.

In contrast, I am basically the only blonde person on the streets. The Chileans are relatively tall and fair, based on what I've seen in other Latin American countries, but I am definitely in a whole different category. Sometimes it's nice to feel unique, but the oggling has gotten a little tiresome. I am, however, itching to make some more Chilean friends.

The food here is not quite what I expected. Someone from Willamette told me that they eat a lot of bread, but it doesn't factor into my family's diet too heavily. Nor is our food spicy. Today for lunch we had lettuce with a tuna-stuffed tomato on top for our salad, and a bean and noodle soup for the meal. So far it's all been in the same fashion, with a lot of patty-type mixtures of veggies or meat with veggies. I have had cravings for food that I grew up with, but overall they keep me well fed.

There are like a thousand dogs in the streets here. The most common type seems to be a German Shepherd mix, but there are plenty of lab mixes, and even a curly-haired dog or two. My brother scolded me for petting them, but every one I've encountered has been nice. Sometimes they will follow you for your entire walk, and I even heard of someone who had a dog follow him to a party and it was still waiting for him when he left.

"Fluff" sharing my beach towel