That One Time on Friday Friday

On Friday, Drafna and I took 54 folders to Collipulli to get them signed by the townspeople so that we can send in the plans and get them approved by the government. We took us an hour and a half to get there by bus, we slept the entire way because, once again, we worked REALLY late. After meeting up with the committee leader and dropping off about 80 pounds of paper we headed back to the bus station and found out we had to wait an hour before there was a bus that could fit two people to Temuco. so... we EXPLORED!

The town is set up in a grid so I was sure we wouldn't get lost and miss the bus. We went crazy and just started walking and turning corners whenever we felt like it. I finally had time to get to know my co-worker and talk about things unrelated to work. We discovered a church that was heavily affected by the earthquake about a year ago. The place was gorgeous, I honestly think that all the cracks and broken windows add to its beauty.

 Once we got back home, we got ready to head out and enjoy the night. Drafna, Rosa, and I all decided to go out together earlier at work. The night resulted in more bonding time. We went out around 11pm and didn't end the night till past 4am. I learned really fast that everyone over here drinks to get drunk, and they do it fast. Not that any of them are light weights, but they take drinks down very quickly. If you go out in Chile, expect to walk into a cloud of smoke. Few people here aren't addicted to cigarettes, so pubs, clubs, and restaurants let everyone smoke inside, and some don't even have an area for non-smokers. I'm sure I second-hand smoked an entire pack that night. 

My co-workers.
Rosa and Drafna

 We went to three different places and met up with two more people during the night. We started at a pub, called Plan B, that was full of university students. People kept coming in groups of at least four or five, ordering forties for two dollars each, and smoking their cigarettes. The entire place was packed. When we got tired of the atmosphere we walked a couple blocks to a place we could sit. We had to ring a doorbell to get in. The guitarist played Chilean folk music and everyone kept making fun of me because I was watching the guitarist so intensely. The music was amazing! I'm determined to get that good on the guitar.

 Even though all the places we went were crowded, the streets we usually empty. The last place we went to was a club. The music was the same stuff I'd usually hear at any other club, with some techno remixes of some popular spanish songs in between. I got to dance and it made my day.