When you think of living abroad, you might imagine living in a fantasy. The truth is, that’s often not the case … and that’s a fact I’ve struggled with in the past months. But — I am happy.
One of my favorite things about Santiago is the creative art plastered on dozens of walls around the city. While some pieces provide reliable landmarks, other works change often — making strolls down the same streets a new experience every time. For each beautiful mural, there is unfortunately double the vandalism. But, I think the contrast speaks as a reflection of a city that is currently polarized by opinions on human rights and political discontents as it strives to leave its marred past behind in exchange for a brighter future.
Chile is not known for its cuisine, but all the fresh produce can save almost any meal. I feel like I’m in a movie every time I walk down the street in the summertime air, passing fruit stands and food vendors on every other corner. Being from Las Vegas where the only thing sold on the street is sex, I still find it hard to believe that in an urban city of 7 million people, you can still find fresh produce just feet from office buildings, shopping districts and cafés.
Oh yes, I am that girl. I am the gringa making a fuss about my coffee, declaring “I want I am milk, please … I am milk, it is very important.”
Every time I skip up the subway steps of a different metro stop, I feel like I’m seeing a completely new city for the first time. The character of each neighborhood is noticeably distinct, a diversity that continues to intrigue me. Just as I think I am starting to get in rhythm with the beat of the city, I remember I have a lot more exploring to do.
When you go to class 8 hours a day only to go home to 7 hours of homework: Friday afternoon drinks are a must.
