Asado

There's always so much that happens that I can't possibly write it all down.

Jose Manuel and I call each other best friends because out of the group we get along the best. But don't tell the rest of them I said so. His building was one of the few that fell down during the earthquake, so he lost a lot of his stuff. On Saturday we went out to buy him some new clothes. I was supposed to be his fashion advisor, but I'm not sure how much help I was since I use my sister as my own fashion advisor. He helped me buy a new phone, since I lost mine at the discotec and the boys say there is no way of recovering it.

We met up with the others for yet another party. We always meet at Diego's house because his mom, Tati, doesn't mind us being there. Tati had friends over that night, too, so we were relegated to the backyard-porch. It seems like the later it gets, the better my Spanish (castellano, they say) gets. At the raucous core of a night I usually have two or three chilenos around me teaching me modismos and telling me to say stuff that I don't understand, usually insults, to the other chilenos.

Sunday "morning" I slept in until 3:30 when Kacie called me with the plans for the day. I wasn't ready by the time the girls boarded the micro for Con Con, so Kacie made it my job to get the boys out of the house and to the beach. At 4:30 I was zipping down an ocean highway wedged into a car full of hombres joking loudly with each other in rapid Spanish. At the end of the 20 minute drive to Con Con I burst out of the car and sprinted down the beach to find my fellow gringitas and get some space from the testosterone.

After a bit of swimming in the ocean, the boys decided they wanted to have an asado, so all eight of us packed into the car with Marco in the trunk. (Just kidding mom, I would never do something so stupid. We were all wearing seat belts and driving 5 under the speed limit.) The bbq took way too long to cook, but was totally worth it. We had sunset sausages in an apartment overlooking the beach and listened to music too loud until we realized that it was Sunday and we had classes the next day.