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Algn da en cualquier parte, en cualquier lugar indefectiblemente te encontrars a ti mismo, y sa, slo sa, puede ser la ms feliz o la ms amarga de tus horas. Pablo Neruda Chile is at least a place where one can find oneself and find other people with a compass which is that of real life. Victor Jara
TABLE OF CONTENTS
[] First Impressions......4 [] Placement Profiles.......5 [] La Vida Chilena...6 [] En la Sala de Ingls.....9 []La Casa de mi Familia....12 [] Comida Chilena..14 [] On the Road....16 [] Final Thoughts...18
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WELCOME TO CHILE
First Impressions
Great Expectations
By Chelsea Snell
The weeks leading up to my arrival in Chile were filled with checklists, shopping, immunizations, goodbye dinners, and trying to pack my life for the next year into two suitcases. I knew I was about to embark on a life-altering and eventually made it through security. Once I landed in Miami and met up with the rest of the group I knew that I had nothing to worry about. The first few weeks in Chile were amazing! Exploring Santiago, taking Spanish lessons at the Hotel Plaza Londres with Arnavick, discovering Lunas Caf and roaming the streets with the dogs of Santiago are all memories I will Complete strangers will go out of their way to walk you to the metro stop or remind you to keep your belongings safe from los delincuentes (the delinquents). Before my arrival in Chile, I was so anxious to meet my host family and get settled in that I wasnt that excited about my WorldTeach Orientation. But one of my favorite things about Chile so far has been the time I spent in Santiago forming wonderful relationships and sharing experiences with the other volunteers. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed orientation, and when it came time to go to our host families, I was not ready to leave my new WorldTeach family. I could not have hoped for a better introduction to this beautiful country and I am so grateful for the new friends I have made, the experiences we have had together and the adventures yet to come!
The people of Chile are incredibly welcoming and helpful...I could not have hoped for a better introduction to this beautiful country
journey, but standing in line, ticket in hand, after a tearful goodbye at the San Francisco Airport, I was struck with panic. Was I crazy for flying across the world to live in a foreign country? What was I thinking?! What if this is not what I want to do? I knew that I was having a momentary freak out, tried to breathe never forget. I was surprised at how similar Chile was to the United States. While there are some obvious differences, such as the language and a diet centered around bread, empanadas and alfajores, it was surprisingly easy to adjust to life in Chile. The people of Chile are incredibly welcoming and helpful. importantly, a realization that we shared the same fears for the unknown year ahead. I further relaxed as I became acquainted with five more fellow volunteers at the Miami airport, and met up with the rest of our group in the wee hours of the morning in Santiago. We got to know each other quickly and intimately. Arguably too intimately.
With every laugh, experience, story and knowing look shared (you know the look Im talking about), my doubts and worries seemed to melt away. Even though there were (and still are) so many questions to be answered and experiences to be had, I take comfort in knowing that I have a support system in Chile: my crazy, weird, loving, teasing, awesome WorldTeach familia!
PLACEMENT PROFILES
Lindsay Keene in Villa Alemana, Chile (Region V)
Population: 100,000 School: Colegio Montesol in Quilpu; a semi-private school with grades 1-12. This school has a wonderful English program with two fluent English speaking co-teachers. Level of English ranges from Advanced Beginner to Advanced/Fluent I teach grades 5-12. I teach independently from my co-teachers, have my own classroom, and on average I have 12-20 students for each 90 minute class. Additionally, I am a teacher for an Elective English course for 3 hours a week as my extracurricular activity. Must-Sees near Villa Alemana: My town is quite small, but there are many great things to do nearby! Only 40 minutes away in Olmu, I highly recommend climbing Cerro la Campana. Additionally, Via del Mar and Valparaso are less than 30 minutes away by train and are definite must-sees while in Chile! Comments: I am incredibly lucky to be placed at this school. Its English program surpassed all my expectations. My students are phenomenal, well-behaved, and love to learn English!
ALL SETTLED IN
La Vida Chilena
Chileng Out
By Monica Griffith
There are certainly difficulties that come with living in a foreign country. I miss friends and family back home, the culture and customs are hard to get used to, and the food is often downright strange! For the first little while, especially when isolated by a language barrier and bombarded by culture shock, what would normally feel like negligible difficulties and frustrations can seem never ending. I think one of the most important things I have learned in Chile (besides, of course my flawless (a.k.a. flaw-full) Spanish skills) is patience. Chilean people are never in a rush. They take their time at meals. They sleep late on weekends. They dont worry when something is not done on time; rather, they never assumed it would be. They dont power-walk, but stroll calmly down the street (Im talking TORTOISE pace here, people). At first, these habits sort of bothered me (except for the whole sleeping late thing, which took zero getting used to). The relaxed pace of life here is so starkly different from the hustle and bustle I am used to at home: people always needing to eat on the go, run a quick errand or go somewhere in a rush. When I first arrived, I tried to live the American life on the Chilean timetable. And instead of being uberproductive, I wound up perpetually frustrated. After experiencing frustrations with scheduling meetings with my co-teachers, miscommunications with my host family and a particularly maddening series of trips to the Registro Civil (sort of like the Chilean version of the DMV), I finally came to the (now seemingly obvious) conclusion that it is futile to expect Chile to change for me. It was me that needed to adapt to my situation, and change my norms and expectations in order to acclimate to my new life in Chile. Since my grand epiphany, I have made a distinct effort to take notice of the customs and habits of my host family, co-teachers and Chileans in general. As I have learned more about the Chilean lifestyle and the people here, I have found it much easier to acclimate and internalize the Chilean habit of being patient and going with the flow. Now, I get irritated when I have to rush through a meal, am surprised when something is completed on time and I meander down the sidewalk at the pace of a snail. I am becoming Chilean, and its fabulous.
MYSTERIES OF CHILE
The mullet/rattail revival. The obsession with old 80s hits. How many stray dogs are enough to be considered a serious social problem? In the 83 years since its invention, Chileans have not found anything they like better than sliced bread. Gas trucks that drive around playing music such as Jingle Bells, followed by When the Saints Come Marching In, Happy Birthday and Frre Jacques. Just because you put a scarf around your neck doesnt mean you wont catch a cold. And if you dont blow-dry your hair, youre not certain to be sick for a week either. Why are bras and underwear sold on the street? Students are allowed to bump and grind on each other to reggaeton during school functions! Its graphic!
not actually part of a host family. Imagine my frustration: every other volunteer had a family, people that were around eat onces and talk with, to go to family gatherings with, etc. I didnt; and for me, the only other people I knew in town where my fellow fifty-something year old teachers, and my students (age range eight to fourteen). I had no idea
world. The next morning I ventured out into Quilpu to ask in the most mangled Spanish a gringa has ever attempted, Can I volunteer with you? The answer: yes. It was one of those moments where I felt irrationally pleased with myself. The idea wasnt especially brilliant, but it was enough to get me out of the house and
The next morning I ventured out into Quilpu to ask in the most mangled Spanish a gringa has ever attempted, Can I volunteer with you? The answer: yes.
what to do, not knowing anyone my age. Time for a new plan. It was simple enough: figure out where the twentysomethings were and haunt those places like the plague (figuratively speaking). Having heard about a group that rescued street dogs and neutered/spayed them, I brought it up to Cecilia and Bruno one night that I was thinking of volunteering with them. Based on their reactions, you would think no one had ever had a better idea in the history of the speaking Spanish, which was my goal all along. And there were puppies involved. Who could be upset by that? In the long run, I feel grateful that my situation has been to have roommates. I enjoy talking to them, but I have been allowed more freedom this way. Its forced me to get out and meet new people, overcome old shy habits, and just be inventive. If you dont know a lot of people, the best thing to do it throw yourself out there and meet some.
much to offer. Lonely Planet sums up Chilln quite nicely: Chilln itself is By Max Shapiro neither particularly beautiful nor especially interesting. Unfortunately not the For me, the transition to Chilean life best place to be a tourist! What got me to didnt happen particularly easily or look around this city, though, was hearquickly. I grew up in Teaneck, New Jer- ing about a climbing gym at a university. sey a suburb only five minutes from Manhattan. Upon my arrival in Chile however, I found myself living in a little pueblo called Pinto. It took no more than waking up in the morning to crowing roosters my first morning, to figure out that this city boy was going to have find some new ways to entertain himself! I spent my first few weeks there mostly with my family. My routine became waking up early for school, eating lunch with my abuelita, and then back to school for more teaching, My first few weeks in Pinto were by no means bad, but I came to Chile in the hopes of meeting new people and experiencing Chilean culture in ways the pushed my comfort levels. Thus far I had rarely left the house unless I was going to school. Things changed for me when I started venturing into Chilln, a small city near by. Its not a city that I thought had
I thought at least it will be a place to get some exercise but what I found turned out to be so much more. While the gym was just as small as Pinto, the group of climbers there are some of the warmest and most engaging people I have ever met. I now make the hour trip to the gym at least three times a week. When I arrive Im always greeted by hand shakes, hugs, and besos. When I leave I feel like I have twenty friends to say goodbye to: Cuidate, Nos vemos gringito!, even the occasional, See you later. They have taken me to the beach, camping near the beautiful Siete Tazas, and climbing in the mountains. Theyve shown me the best place to get a beer and chorrillana. When I left the states I was under the impression that bigger was better. That more people meant more to do. My preconceptions have been blown apart living out in the campo. You dont need to travel to Chiles famous cities to have a great time. While Vaplaraso may be beautiful, Santiago big and booming, I found my niche in the chiquitito Pinto.
Errands in Cartagena
By Ryan Mosser
One of the first things you notice when arriving in Chile are the dogs. They seem to serve the same function as squirrels, just larger, cuter, more pitiable, and very occasionally dangerous. They sunbathe on sidewalks and in parks, wait for handouts from restaurants, fight amongst themselves, chase cars and bicycles, and generally act like dogs. As most anyone who has been out late at night can attest, a Chilean dog will follow you forever (in hope of food or, it seems, company). This can quickly turn into a pack of 15 dogs escorting you through the city. Most of these dogs were pets at one point that escaped or were abandoned, and the Chilean practice of leaving their puppy-making parts intact exacerbates the widespread problem. However, most Chileans take pity on these animals, feeding them or even clothing them in the winter. I live in a small town on the coast called Cartagena, which swells from 15,000 to 500,000 people in the summer months. Its not an exaggeration that
dogs may well outnumber people during the off-season due to those who were abandoned (or created, unintentionally) by vacationers. Though, I ask if there is a better measure of adjusting to living in a new place than getting to know not just the people, but also the dogs who live in my town?
Here the Gang of 4 always hangs around the sopaipilla stand, while the mangier Bloods sleep on the plaza stage. Lady and the Tramp are begging near the pan amasado vender. Unibomber lurks under a bench. Quedate aca Dody, I tell him to wait while I buy my shampoo. I return to find Dody sniffing around with Peaches,
As most anyone who has been out late at night can attest, a Chilean dog will follow you forever
I need shampoo. Vamos Dody, I say, and my familys cocker spaniel sprints to the door. I turn left at the gate. Como estai, One Eye, Patches,? I say, as I greet two strays that live on our street, intermittently fed by the neighbors. These two dogs always follow me for about 2 blocks, before trailing off when we reach my school. By the front steps, Limpy is still chasing micros and collectivos while Lazy is either dead or sleeping like usual. Dody, is that one of yours? I ask, gesturing toward one of Cartagenas many cocker spaniel looking strays who looks suspiciously like Dody. The stray sniffs his apparent father as we enter the plaza. his longtime girlfriend who lives down the street from us. Not one to disturb the mood, I head down to Playa Chica, where Loco is usually attacking the incoming waves. I dont see him, but the rest of his friends, the Hobos, are relaxing on the sand. Here you can also find Wishbone and E.T., though they havent been getting along too well judging by their injuries. Climbing the hill, Balto, the steeleyed husky, greets me along with Dody once more near the butcher shop (Dodys favorite place in town). Shampoo in hand, we head back to my street, where One Eye and Patches accompany us back to my door.
FAVORITE CHILENISMOS
Word
Al tiro Bacn Basta Cachi? Carretear Chuta! Cutico(a) Es lo que hay Flaite Fomingo Onda Pelando las papas Plancha Po Que fome Que lata Rico Tener caa Taco Vale We
Literal Meaning
At the gun shot Cool Enough Understand? To party Darn! Difficult, exaggerated It is what it is Sketchy, ghetto Lame Sunday Wave Peeling the potatoes An iron Doesnt mean anything! Lame, boring, corny Bummer, disappointment Rich To have the axe Taco Worth, voucher, ticket Thing
Use
Right away! To describe something cool Stop it, knock it off You know?, Get it? Party, bar hop Inoffensive term to express regret, disappointment Dramatic person Whatever Derogatory term for low class Contraction of fome (lame) and domingo (Sunday) To describe someones vibes, aura To describe someone who has gone crazy, is talking nonsense Embarrassment Added to the ends of words and phrases for emphasis Describing lame situations, things, people That sucks Delicious, hot, sexy...describes anything To be hungover Traffic jam Okay Extremely informal for that
EN LA SALA DE INGLES
Inside the Classroom
A Complex System of Consequences
By Eva Cappuccilli
The profesora jefe of second grade walked into the teacher lounge one afternoon and saw me writing a note in the libro de clase. I suppose curiosity overtook her (as she has a habit of grilling me everyday to gauge how much Spanish I have picked up overnight), because she asked what I was writing. I said a student had been especially talkative in class and hadnt completed any work. Since the girl had received her fourth warning, this was the consequence. She looked at me and said, Ooooooye, usted es muy estricta. Eso es lo que los alumnos necesitan! (You are very strict. This is what the students need!) Then she made a chopping gesture with her hands and smiled at me. In the past month, this has been my reputation in the teachers lounge. My first month of teaching, I was a huge pushover with students, and teaching wasnt working out the way I imagined it. Chilean students are no walk in the park: they talk all the time; they walk around the classroom looking for a certain color of pencil for no apparent reason; they physically stop teachers in the middle of a lesson to ask a completely unrelated questionand Chilean teachers let them. As a foreigner in the classroom, it was extremely frustrating. Part of the problem lay in the fact that my expectations didnt align with the Chilean norm. In class, we all muddled through with completely different ideas about discipline and never got through a whole lesson without some kind of major, fin del mundo problem. About a month ago, something had to change, so I started teaching classroom procedures again. Here is the rundown of my new system. 1) A verbal warningexplanation of why the student is receiving the warning. 2) Second warningstudents name is written on the board. 3) Third warningstudent goes to the back of the room and copies the class rules. 4) Student sits outside the classroom and calms down. Inspectora (or school disciplinarian) is informed and calls the students parents. For general classroom behavior problems, counting down from ten works. If I ever get to zero, I leave, get the inspectora and everyones parents are called. After a couple of weeks, I threw in some positive consequences. Each group now gets the chance to gain a star for good behavior. If they get ten stars, they win an English party. We havent gotten there yet, but by the end of the year, Ill probably have to cook and play American music for all of my classes. My kids arent always perfect. They still want to test boundaries with the young gringa whenever possible, but now they understand what consequences their actions have in my class. Im amazed how much my patience has increased, too, since I just rely on my system now. I am currently the super strict (and yet miraculously fun) English teacher.
After being taught I am____ and I like ____ in consecutive lessons, a student proudly pronounces: I am Lady Gaga! Walking into class in the morning...It smells like some poops in here!!!
3rd Grader singing to himself: Soy Justin Bieber. His friend across the room: Eres estupido!
students have lives that I cannot even begin to imagine and this experience has been both challenging and eye opening. The combination of the inefficient structure of the Chilean school system with the lack of support from home makes learning especially hard for students. But despite the odds, many of them make an effort to learn and participate in my classes. I think that knowing out of all the schools in Chile, they were selected to have an English volunteer is motivating and empowering. I feel equally lucky to have been placed at my school. I have an amazing co-teacher who speaks perfect English, is young, funny, smart and a wonderful friend. The students have been extremely welcoming. The boys are exceptionally attentive in class and insist on escorting me around the school, while the girls are always curious about my life back in California and how I am adjusting to life in Chile. They are such wonderful, kind-hearted people who always make me laugh. Some of them speak absolutely no English, but I think that I have been able to be a role model, friend and safe person to talk to, as well as an English resource.
teen magazines in the mail. The first day I brought them into the classroom, my students and I took five minutes to put up pictures and posters of Robert Pattinson, Taylor Lautner, Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, Nick Jonas, and more. The next class that entered my room was accompanied by an orchestra of bloodcurdling screams. I glanced around the room looking for a spider or rat running across the floor, but the students had all ran up to the posters around the room and were performing various acts of devotion. Rob was being pet by several girls, Taylor was getting kissed, and some girl was screaming I love, I love over and over while leaning against the Bieber poster. I was worried that only the girls would be interested in the new decorations, but, I soon saw three boys clustered around the poster of Selena Gomez in a tank top exclaiming my girlfriend! excitedly. I could not believe this reaction. I dont know if the students necessarily have learned a lot more English from the magazines, but it brought the joy of being 14 into my classes...even at the cost of three Taylor Lautner posters that have gone missing from my classroom!
Books (they are expensive) Utter Fluency in Spanish Graham Crackers An Endless Supply of Spearmint Gum Burts Bees Chapstick A Sleeping Bag Warmer Clothes Coffee More Gifts for my Family, CoTeachers and Students Peanut Butter! English Movies Venus Razors More Socks and Underwear Contact Solution
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EN LA CASA DE MI FAMILIA
At Home in Chile
Es Lo Que Hay!
By Lindsay Keene
After living alone for several years, I knew that moving in with a Chilean family was bound to include some new experiences. I was excited and enthusiastic for this experience. But I must admit I wasnt exactly prepared for what my new challenges turned out to be About one week after settling in at my new house, my host mom came into my room with my host sister in tow. Speaking in rapid Spanish, my mom proceeds to indicate to my sister, specifically her head, and says, Ella tiene los Piojos, t conoces? Obviously, I dont, but I grab my handy dandy dictionary, and in two seconds I am staring at the most dreaded word I know; Lice. I nearly lost it! I was instantly itchy and paranoid and clinging to my mantra, es lo que hay, es lo que hay! (it is what it is, it is what it is!). Figuring I have no choice in the matter, I undergo the mandatory lice-check where its confirmed, yes, we do all indeed have los piojos! And though I never imagined it would be so, one of my first bonding experiences in Chile turned out to be this very day of de-lousing. As my entire family shampooed, fine-combed, and wrapped their head in plastic I couldnt help but think, well... welcome to the family! Now perhaps I have to thank that creature for such a memorable day, as it solidified us as a family indeed. But
there was one last creature that I wasnt prepared for. It was several weeks after the lice incident that I woke up one morning with my stomach itchy and inflamed. As I look further, I discover a serious pattern of bites that run from my belly to my back. They also itched like crazy and looked hideous. I wandered into my host moms room, and showed her with a look of question; ah, she said, knowingly, Las Pulgas. Again, I marched back to my dictionary and came upon: Fleas. Perfect! But this time, only I was afflicted. The mystery beganmy clothes, sheets, and linens were scoured to no avail, and yet everyday I discovered more bites. My family told me I have sangre dulce (sweet blood) and that the fleas must just love comida blanca (white food) all while smirking and laughing at me! After two weeks in misery, I had had enough! Armed with Raid, anti-allergenics, and Menthol rub that Chileans think could bring world peace; I was determined to win the battle! And, after vigilant preventative care, including no longer touching fabric or kids at school, I successfully conquered the attack of the fleas. These experiences were ones I never imagined would shape my family life so much, but they really did. My family all found my traumatic experiences to be nothing but humorous. And through them, I learned to really believe it is what it is! Because after fleas, lice, and who knows what else awaits meI will always have my family there to laugh at me, but above all, with me.
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ages of 28 and 13, and a wonderful single host mom. My host mom is sweet as pie and doesnt have a mean or teasing bone in her body. My siblings, on the other hand, are quite the jokesters. Within a couple of weeks, they had branded me with a long list of unflattering nicknames including rara (weird), enfermita (crazy, sick in the head), pava (literally turkey, but also someone who doesnt understand anything), mona (monkey), tonta (fool) and longhi (person of low intelligence), just to name a few. On top of that, I am constantly molested for my lack of Spanish pronunciation abilities, and receive cheers and applause when I announce that I am going to shower. (In my defense, it is WAY TOO COLD to shower more than once every few days. And I swear I use extra deodorant!!) I was quickly forced to improve my Spanish in order to defend myself and dish out a little molesting of my own. In all seriousness, though, my host family is wonderful and amazing, and their playful teasing made me feel right at home. I have never felt anything but welcome and cared for in their home, and there is nothing I enjoy more than a little molesting from my Chilean host family.
unwinding routine that consists of belly dancing and wine. Jonny my host dad, is 36 and a professor of Bio-chemistry. Jonny also sings in a rock/ska band and I can attest that they are solid! He loves films and music and has given me tons of Chilean and Argentine music to add to my collection. Jonny is always playing the guitar when he is at home and has given me many pep talks and encouraged me to return to school when I get back to the states. My host parents have made me feel so much at home that even my real mom in the states has expressed her jealousy about my affection for Judith and Jonny! Last but not least, there is Matias, my twelve year old host brother. I can still remember my first impression of Matias; I thought he was shy and quiet. Quite opposite to his timid behavior during our first encounter, Matias is a spark of lightning. My host brother has a really special place in my heart. His jokes are sharp and at times hurtful, especially when he tells me I am going to leave Chile looking like a ball, but he is super affectionate and loves watching the Disney channel with me while we eat candy and make fake fart noises. All in all the best part about my experience in Chile has definitely been my familia!
COMIDA CHILENA
Reflections on Chilean Cuisine
Pantyhose & Nescaf
By Jean Dick
I love coffee! I also enjoy traveling. When I decided to go to Chile, beverage preference was not, initially, a determining factor. I chose Chile for the career enhancement opportunities and because I already had a working knowledge of Spanish. One of the steps in the WorldTeach application process is an interview. When I met with Jennifer (Chile 2009), she informed me of the unique benefits and challenges of choosing Chile. Two minutes into the interview process I was confronted with information that made me stop and seriously consider my travel plans: Normally, Chileans drink instant coffee. Dumbfounded, I asked for clarification. "Aren't certain countries in South America famous for coffee? Columbia and Brazil are some of the leading exporters of coffee. Why don't they drink it?" I wrestled with the idea of 7 months of mediocre mochas and lackluster lattes. Weighed in the balance, I determined that I would prevail... After a couple months, I came to the realization that Nescaf is not poisonous; Nescaf is also not coffee. Accepting this difference made it possible to drink. This was a large step for me considering that the average Chilean table would be incomplete without it. Along with a variety of toppings, breakfast and onces (the evening meal) consist of mainly bread and Nescaf. Nevertheless, I made it my mission to seek out coffee. Bypassing the cafs and Starbucks locations, I went to the grocery store. There I found the shining holy beacon: Columbian ground coffee! But curiously, there were no filters in sight. In a moment of sheer ingenuity, I grabbed a pair of nylon pantyhose and scissors from the next aisle, as necessity is the mother of invention. So I discovered when I shredded my pantyhose to make re-usable, environmentally friendly coffee filters. Making coffee in this fashion may seem ridiculous at first but I say don't knock it until you've tried it. Coffee drinkers I implore you. Do not discount Chile simply because of their coffee custom. If life gives you Nescaf, make pantyhose filters!
La Empanada de Queso
By Ashley Johnston
It has been a wonderful time for me getting to know the local fare down here in Chile. Since I am living with a host family, I have been able to eat my way through many of the local dishes, discovering that I like them all (or at least the majority of them Id ask for again). However, my favorite by far is the empanada de queso. Empanadas are small, halfmoon shaped pies of cheese. This isnt just any cheese, either; it is local cheese that has such RICH flavor! As a cheese connoisseur, I have to say this is one of the best Ive ever had. As I devour these fried little creatures, I feel like Ive gone to heaven and back. Fortunately, along with eating them as often as I can, I have also had the opportunity to learn how to make them, thanks to my host sister! After settling into my small town life here in the seventh region, in the town of Huala, I quickly discovered a small tienda that sells these delicious treats. Unfortunately, it is open
during the weekdays and school hours only. Its a one-man shop. Since the shop is straight across from the local high school, theres a long line for these gems every day at 1:30pm. My host mom and I get there early before the line gets too long to be certain well walk away with a bag full of these deliciously hot treats! Im cashing in on the readily available empanadas de queso now, before I return to the States, since I know Im never going to encounter such deliciousness again!
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ANATOMY OF A COMPLETO
(well show you how to make it figuring out how to eat it is up to you!)
PAN (or
bread) will be your first line of defense.
1. Mayonnaise 2. Manjar (Caramel) 3. Marmalade 4. Yogurt 5. Pickles 6. Ketchup 7. Mustard 8. Shampoo 9. Lotion 10. Meat 11. Seafood 12. On the rare occa-
diced. I highly recommend PALTA those from (avocado). Limache! Smash it up and layer it on!
MAYO as a
general rule, the slathering of mayo should be roughly the size of your forerm.
KETCHUP y MOSTAZA
optional sidekicks for your truckload of mayonnaise.
sion, Horse
adorned hot dog accompanied solely by rice. These hot dogs are boiled, not grilled, so there isnt a lot of flavor involved apart from that special hot dog flavor. Or there is the other Chilean delicacy, hamburger meat-rice mixed with mayo. Mmmmm! Another time, I saw my host Mom sauting healthy turkey and tending a pot of pasta on the stove. This looks good and healthy, I think to myself. I return for almuerzo (lunch time) to find that the menu is pasta with turkey in a delicious ketchup sauce. Full on, straight up ketchup slathered pasta. I ate it and imagined marinara the entire time. Not an easy feat. Last, the ugly. One of my favorite meals wasnt the prettiest. Lobsters (or langostas en espaol) are caught on the coast of Chile off of Robinson Crusoe Island. They are ugly suckers, but they
do taste good. They also take a good hour per lobster to extract all the meat. But, once you do all the work, the only thing you have to do is stuff a beautifully ripe avocado with lobster meat topped with, you guessed it, mayonnaise. Plus, cracking lobster shells with rocks and getting sprayed with lobster juice was a good bonding experience with my family. The meal was super rica (yummy)!
TRAVEL STORIES
On the Road
Dnde Estamos?
By Ashley Johnston
Once upon a time, fellow volunteer, Matthew Duong, and I decided to go to the rodeo! Little did we know that we had quite the experience ahead of us, while we attempted to get to Rancagua! Matt and I first met in Curic, where we bought tickets for a bus that went to Santiago. We asked the attendants at the booth if it would be stopping in Rancagua along the way. They said yes. So, we got on the bus and before long, the bus attendant motioned us to the front. The bus literally had stopped along the highway, at some toll booth, and then they told us we were here and that we were to get out! Although I thought my Spanish was decent, it clearly failed me; we were lost. Matt and I looked at each other like, Umm so what just happened? as we moved our way to the side of the road after jumping through three lanes of highway traffic. While pondering upon what to do, we met a random guy on the side of the road, and found out we were dropped off too early. Due to the road splitting in two, thats why we were dropped off in the middle of the highway. Wouldnt it have just been easier if the company in Curic told us the bus doesnt ACTUALLY go to 'What do you call a Chilean with a rubber toe? Roberto! Mendoza is a beautiful city, possessed of a certain relaxed charm and famed for its fine wine and chocolate. Surrounded by a picturesque country side dotted with vineyards, our trip to Mendoza was a perfect chance for us to sample the local Argentinean fare. In order to arrive in Mendoza, one must catch an overnight bus from Santiago over the majestic Andes. The bus snaked its way along a very scenic road high through the mountains and we took in the breath taking views. On our arrival in Mendoza we quickly found that contrary to its name, the city has its fair share of female denizens who are indeed awake and alert. First up on our itinerary was a bicycle wine tour. We had a fantastic day leisurely cycling through the country side, Rancagua? I couldnt help but think to myself! After waiting for fifteen minutes, a bus finally pulled up to the toll, to pay the fare, and the random guy went over to the driver and asked if we could all get on. So away we went! Matt and I headed to the two empty seats in the back conveniently enough next to the bathrooms. The guy walked back towards us, and we were thinking he was looking for a place to sit as well, since he had his bag and some baskets with him (we had been trying to figure out what was in them since the first moment we asked him for help on the road), turns out he was selling things on the bus! He walked back towards Matt and me and handed each of us a pastry. It was a pretty tasty random treat, from some random guy in the middle-of-nowhere-Chile! Finally, after about five minutes of being on the bus, we finally got off at the right spot, found the rest of group of travelers, and we continued on to the rodeo!
Mendoza, Argentina
By Matthew Duong
One of the great things about living in Chile is its proximity to some excellent travel destinations. In May, we all traveled to Mendoza, Argentina, for a weekend away. Argentina is a renowned tourist destination that had been on all of our travel wish lists long before we set foot in South America - and we were determined to see the country before the year 2012 commenced, as the impending Mayan apocalypse would make a future trip difficult, if not impossible. Argentina is also relatively cheap, at least in comparison to Chile. More importantly, it also afforded me the opportunity to introduce my favorite Chilean joke to a brand new audience:
stopping by the Mendoza vineyards and soaking in the warm Argentinean sun. By the end of the day, we were all thoroughly happy and content. The wine, of course, had nothing to do with it. The next day we strolled through the enormous Mendoza city park and stopped by its bustling street markets which sell all manner of interesting knick knacks. Later that night, we visited the local Mendoza bars and restaurants. I finally sampled an Argentinean steak and was not disappointed. And just like that, our memorable trip to Mendoza was over. A long ride back to Chile awaited us. Shuffling onto our buses, our faces flushed with fond memories and just a trace of Mendoza wine, we bid goodbye to Argentina with a smile.
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gered over exploring the outside of the house. You cant take pictures from inside the house, so I only took pictures through the windows (which can really make you feel creepy). Neruda had a weird sense of humor. For example, he loved the ocean despite the fact that he had no desire to go on a boat. He solely wanted to look upon it from the safety and comfort of his home. So, he had a boat on dry land outside his house where he would entertain friends and look at the ocean! Visiting the museum is a great opportunity to look inside a famous poets house and wonder about what inspired his life and his poetry. The beach of Isla Negra is beautiful in a haunting, wind swept sort of way. The day I went was cool, rainy day which suited the rocky beach perfectly. I spent hours walking along the beach looking at shells, plants, rocks, and seaweed. Regrettably, there is no good sea glass, which I adore, but the seaweed is cool looking and there were a lot of interesting plants to investigate. I went on the trip alone, which was a really good experience (despite the fact that I missed the first bus there and felt like an idiot. I guess it was a good learning experience, right?) I did a lot of reflecting while strolling along the Pacific Ocean. I was able to think a bit about my life and wonder about my path, which hasnt gotten any clearer as of yet but, I started trying to figure out my life, which is a good start. I think Pablo would be proud!
FINAL THOUGHTS
Saying Goodbye...
I have been to many places, and seen fellow volunteers, and it might be hard for you to discern exactly what kind of people many things in this country. And yet , it is By Matthew Duong they are solely by reading their writing. I the mornings right here in Villa Alemana, Summing up my experience in Chile don't presume to underestimate their that are my favorite. As the fog rolls in off is a difficult thing to do. It only seems a week ago that I arrived in Santiago: apprehensive, jet lagged and excited for the adventure ahead. In the past few months, I have grown to love my small town of Molinawith its quiet plaza, stunning nearby scenery, and its roving packs of canine food-bandits. writing skills, but it would take a fine au- the ocean, the sun rises behind the mounMy host family has shown me nothing but thor indeed to accurately convey what a tains near my house. I sip my coffee and kindness, love and a superhuman, Gan- fantastic collection of people they are. bundle up in layer after layer and troop dhi-like level of tolerance for my atrocious Though they come from an array of off to school with my crazy funny family. Spanish. And I have also grown to thor- different backgrounds, every one of them And even though the mornings are chaoughly enjoy Chilean food and Chile's is an immensely intelligent, passionate, otic and cold, it is the time where this famcolorful culture (completos and reggaeton fun loving and kind person who came to ily from Chile, feels like my family. At notwithstanding). Chile compelled by a sense of social jus- school too, I have yet another familyof There have been countless other tice. We bonded immediately and I am eager and intelligent kids, who surprise things that have made this experience fortunate to now count some of them me every day with their energy and enwonderful, but if I were to be asked to among my closest friends. The fun and thusiasm. It is in those moments that I identify the two things I will remember laughter we have shared together will be understand what this time for me has most fondly when I return to Sydney, this some of the things I will cherish most been about. All of it comes back to the is what I would say: when I return to Australia. I am honored connections I have made with others. The 1. My teaching experience! to have spent time with such a great fact that even in a country where I hardly Have you ever felt the thrill of walk- group of people, and have (almost) even speak the language, I can belong to someing into a silent classroom full of utterly forgotten the fact that they are all Ameri- thing. disciplined Chilean students? Ever felt the cans. So this article is my 'thank you' to And of course, there is always the rush of teaching students who unques- you guys! It has been a blast! WorldTeach family. A group of people I tionably obey your every command? No? have come to know and love and will miss Neither have I! very dearly. They are people unsurpassed But it is precisely the unpredictability Until Next Time... in their integrity, spirit, and soul...okay and spontaneity of teaching in Chile that By Lindsay Keene okay, they are also hilarious and incrediThis journey to Chile has come to has made it so memorable and fun. My bly fun! They are the greatest and so, my students are so full of life: funny, gregari- mean more to me than I could ever put final thoughts really come back to the sinous and kind hearted kids. Everyday their down on a single page. Volunteering in gle emotion of gratitude. For the people sense of humor and verve make me laugh. Chile has been a time of endless chal- and the places that have changed me, for Molina is a town not without its socio- lenges, thoughts, and changes. It has also the opportunities I have had to serve otheconomic problems, and many of my stu- been a time of immense joy, laughter, and ers, and for the time I was given to be a dents come from deeply disadvantaged love. part of something greater than I alone. As a country, Chile is indescribably backgroundsyet despite all this, I find Life is a journey after all, so heres to makthem to be unrelentingly enthusiastic and beautiful. In my short time here, I have ing it countone day at a time. brave. I will always remember the great come to know the sights and sounds of a fun we have had together and all the small town called Villa Alemana. I have lived la vida chilena. The people I have times they have laughed with (at?) me. come to know here, my host family, my 2. My fellow volunteers! For some of you, the articles you have students, and my fellow WorldTeach volbeen reading in this newsletter may be the unteers have left an amazing impression only contact you have ever had with my on my life.
My Time in Chile
My students are so full of life: funny, gregarious and kind hearted kids. Everyday their sense of humor and verve make me laugh
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CONTRIBUTIONS BY:
Eva Cappuccilli Jean Dick Matthew Duong Gabriela Garcia Monica Griffith Ashley Johnston Lindsay Keene Ryan Mosser Jade Rutledge Max Shapiro Chelsea Snell Heather Tang
Someday, somewhere anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. Pablo Neruda
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