EFT, Part 3

Punta Arenas was the final stop of our EFT. All the cities at the end of the world are small and distant from all other, so Punta Arenas had a very small-town feeling. We went on a tour of the city the day we got there. We took two buses and stopped at a look-out point over the city. Then we went to a museum. The museum was very strange to me because it was decorated in a European style and felt like I was visiting a museum house in Europe, except it wasn't as impressive. After the museum, the majority of the group walked back to the hotel, leaving 12 of us. The tour guides were confused and we condensed onto only one bus. We went to a cemeetary but it was pouring rain, so we got soaked. We were ready to go back to the hotel, but we made one more stop at another museum. That night for dinner, Rafa took us all out to dinner. We were very excited, but he took us to a traditional Chilean meal...hot dogs and pizza. The pizza was the appetizer and was ok after you took off the ham and tomatoes. The hot dog was the grossest thing I have ever seen. It had mayonnaise, guacamole, and other disgusting things that shouldn't be on a hot dog. In addition, the hot dog itself looked gross. Rafa felt bad, so treated us to dessert back at the hotel. That night, Jake, Justin, Kelsey, and I decided to go out to a bar. 10 others eventually joined us. The place we went was a lot of fun. It was a Wednesday night, but full of local people. We got a table and just enjoyed being in the culture of Chile. There was a table of young people (our age) next to us, so we introduced ourselves and joined our tables. We talked to them in Spanish for a while. It was so much fun. They turned on music and part of the bar became a club. Kelsey and I got asked to danced by two guys from the Chilean navy on their way to Antarctica. Kelsey's was tall and handsome and mine was shorter and not really attractive. In S. America, people dance more respectfully and if a guy tries to dance inappropriately with a girl, she stops dancing with him. So the guys that were dancing with us were very nice. They spoke to us in English too. During the slow songs, my navy guy told me that he loved me and that we could live together in Chile and start a family. I just laughed at him. He wasn't be serious, obviously, but he was trying to have a good time. Kelsey and I were soon ready to go to sleep, so left our Chilean navy guys and had Jake walk us home. Overall, it was a really fun night and I had a great story to tell everyone. I know have the possibility of a life in Chile.

The next morning we went to the airport for a long day of traveling. 3 flights later and after 14 hours of travel time (due to a delay in Santiago), I finally was back home in Buenos Aires. Classes are in progress again, and I am both excited and sad to be here. I wish the EFT could have lasted forever.