December 9, 2011: Mendozan planning

I don’t know how Chileans do it. After an “early night out” by Chilean standards, I’m sleepy and slothlike for much of the next day. I think I am better suited to a life of fireplaces, tea, and books. Perhaps a jigsaw puzzle, if I feel extravagant.

Do you remember the vibrant pink wall-poppy? Its time has come and gone.

In the afternoon, I met M. for coffee, introducing her to the deliciousness that is Emporio La Rosa. We caught up on what we’d each been doing for the week I was away. Afterwards, we wandered back to my house to research possibilities for our Mendoza trip. Some of the activities we may attempt: rafting, ziplining, horseback rides, tango classes, wine tours, aquariums, and/or museums, depending on our time and energy.

Mendoza is one of the Great Wine Capitals, a network of nine cities worldwide that are renowned for their wine production. I don’t know if that actually signifies anything important, other than that it should have some excellent winery tours. They also produce a large amount of olive oil, which sounds equally exciting to me, if not more.

After a wonderful time planning and giggling with M. (e.g. about a horseback tour website which promised “one horse per person” — gosh, what luxury!), I walked her to the bus and then returned home for a while.

City stairs that someone painted a Pablo Neruda quote upon.

My friend E. had informed me that there was a plan for everyone from our Spanish school to go out that evening, and invited me along. In the night, I headed out to join up with them.

A Mary statue in someone's yard. I walk down this street every day, but she's hidden by bushes & so I had never noticed her until tonight, when she was all lit up.

The group started out at a bar called Pajaritos (Little Birds), which was packed and noisy. I enjoyed seeing classmates again, and also thought it fun to spend time with the teachers in a purely social context. At one point, a trio of clowns danced through the bar, did an incomprehensible but silly act in fast Chilean Spanish, and then flounced out.

Eventually, the group decided to switch to a different venue, a pub/discotheque called Mascara. We danced as a clump of Spanish-school amigos, while English-language alternative rock music played on various video screens around the stylishly dark dance floor. E. and I were ready to leave around the same time, so we walked to the colectivo-stop together. I arrived at home and splatted gratefully into bed.

2 thoughts on “December 9, 2011: Mendozan planning

  1. It’s decided: I’ll paint the three steps on my pathetic front porch just like that.
    Your pictures continue to amaze me.
    Also, your writing.

    1. Actually, I love that idea: of painting your steps like that, or with other important words to you (maybe in Greek to be all ethnic and cool), or even just with little art things. There are tons of painted in steps in Valpo; I’ll endeavor to photograph more examples.

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