Ahh the piropo, the streets of the US will probably seem eerily silent to me without the whistles, shouts, and weird clicking sounds men direct my way. Here are the top 4 piropos from this semester:

4. Walk out of the bus terminal in Valpo and decide to walk through the plaza nearby, kinda filled with homelessy looking people but so be it. We walk by one of the benches/homes of these guys and: “un aplauso para las gringas hermosas!” yep you translated correctly, we got ourselves a nice little applause.

3. Walking down Santa Isabel on a Thursday, uh-oh up ahead is a gang of flaite stoop kids chillen. I firmly keep my stare away from any of them and keep walking forward, predictably they holler but then glory to god one of them starts to follow us and he…snorts at us. I mean he uttered this gutteral oink/meowing/indescribable bestial noise and I lost it. I was drinking an Escudo at the time and spewed it everywhere which only encouraged him so we had to kind of run/brisk walk away.

2. Walking down Cerro Florida in Valpo and we see these little boys up ahead, what cuties, I’d say around kindergarten age. We pass them, continue on our way when we hear this soft sqeak of a moan, “chiiiiiicas” they yelled a few other things then…threw pebbles at us.

1. Walking around Palermo, Buenos Aires on a Sunday night. We pass this tipo (guy) and he does the usual piropo where they wait till you have just barely passed them, they say their thing and then that way both parties have already continued to keep walking and no confrontation can happen. So he says, “Hola” and we keep walking our separate ways, when a few paces go by and the wind wafts towards me the most delicious herby smell! I turn around at him right at the moment he turned around to stare at our asses and voila, a free pass.

It’s around 3 am and I can’t sleep. I see someone’s facebook status about registration and I look at my clock/date on the laptop and freak out. It’s 11/10, and I was suppose to register on the 10th!!! Look what living abroad has done to me, I look for the date in the first part of the date now, my world is crumbling around me.

sorry if that was weird and boring, this is what procrastinating my finals has done to me!

dear readers (and perhaps reeder?),

it has been quite some time since my last post, apologizes…apologizes all around (that one is Polly!). I just got back from a whirlwind trip in Uruguay and Buenos Aires. I’m not sure how detailed it would interest anyone to read so I’m just gonna go with a highlight reel.

Uruguay: the Country of beaches, and beautiful mixed Italian heritage, and low inequality, and delicious food….I really love Uruguay.

This is a sunset that I watched with tons of active uruguayans running, skateboarding and matehing around me

from Montevideo we (kelly, duh) went to Colonia. old Portuguese port. pretty ruins. very small, we saw it all.

this is me seeing it all

from Colonia is 1 hr ferry to Buenos Aires. Such good times there. Highlight: Ryan, my friend who is studying abroad in BA (and was the greatest host and guide what a sweetheart!!), recommended that we go to a show called Fuerza Bruta and described it as cirque de sole esque. SO AMAZING. very hard to describe, but I will try. The audience is standing in this big open room, with no windows and a dj playing some sick beatz. Then throughout the show the artists come out at you in different ways, sometimes on a giant treadmill in the middle of the room, flying around and screaming,  dancing in the crowd, and the best part…swimming on a plexiglass pool-like thing above you! it was beautiful.

it also lowered close enough to hold up

oh and i wanted to include this photo especially for my pop pop (and katy) cause I was trying to describe how the whole country was plastered in signs mourning the death of Kirschner (sp)

around 5 of these on every side of every city block

then we went back to Montevideo, and when we got to our hostel we were a little disappointed. the guests seemed older, one of them had a 3 year in tow, and there were rules like “no alcoholic beverages can be brought in from outside” pshhhhh that one didnt hold up. so we were hanging out in the dining room and quickly a crew forms. we all help cash a bottle of ron and midway through said bottle one of the uruguayans tells of a halloween party that night. It turns out to be the most fun I have ever had. It was a rave, with an actual DJ that didnt just play the Daddy Yankee CD on repeat (in fact I dont think he even played one song by him GASP) and everyone had excellent costumes on! It truly was a night out that can not be repeated in the US, everyone is down to dance and CAN dance (boys too), and raves are still such a new thing that no one was jaded by the crowds or trying to hustle you in any way. oh and last but not least, smoking reefer in public is totally acceptable in Uruguay. I LOVE THAT COUNTRY SO MUCH. we left at 5 am, at which point i was falling asleep on my feet, and of course the guys were disappointed and surprised by how early we were turning in. the beats were still pumping and the crowd still pulsing.

the cook slitting my throat was the one to thank for the magical night

so to recap: Uruguay fucking rules. Buenos Aires is beautiful (and Ryan is the best).

Peace & Love

-d

the braided mullet

so it’s hard to document all the glorious mullets i see because i don’t bring my camera with me everywhere. my god though i am so happy that kelly had her camera with her to capture this BEAUTY.

side bar: his polola was wearing a neon yellow, crushed velvet sweatshit…maybe i was a little jealous, ok?

here is a list of celebrities that Chileans have said I look like. I’m pretty sure this is the formula “Hey look a white girl with blond-ish hair and light eyes, she looks a Hollywood celebrity who also has blonde hair and light eyes”

Uma Thurman: I know I’ve gotten this in EEUU but here it’s been frighteningly frequent, the best time was when a Brazilian yelled at me OOOMMMAAA TURRRMAN OOOOOMMMAAA TURRRRMAN!!

Cindy Lauper: this one was from a drunk homeless woman with half her stomach hanging out and smeared lipstick all over her mouth, she kept yelling “look everyone it’s Cindy Lauper, come take a picture with Cindy Lauper!!”

Courtney Love: When I was at a friends house carreterando (raging it) and Osama (not Bin Laden) said this to me I pretty much yelled at him for a good minute, I MEAN COME ON COURTNEY LOVE?!?! so i look like a drug addict?

Marilyn Monroe: Now this is just down right flattering, and a lie. Me and my friend Cait were the only gringas at this outdoor college quad carretera shin dig and I’m pretty sure he felt the need to say the first famous white woman that came to mind. We also got a lot of “HEYLO”s and stares that night

the art campus for la catolica is really close to my house, basically in the same neighborhood but it could also be said that it’s the next one over (Providencia).

the building is where the story’s at. its an ancient convent, with the facade still intact, along with a lot of the interior. there is a down side, don’t look up while you’re walking down the second floor hallways because there is a serious lack in plaster and all around ceiling support…cross your fingers we won’t have another terremoto while i’m drawing nudies

fun fact: my host mom went to this school for colegio (high school) back in the 60s and there were nuns and priests. neat.

more street art

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no not me you perv!

 in drawing class on tuesday we had a male model and he gave me the heeby geebies. my friends and i agree, he would stare you down and check you out while you were staring at him…naked. I prefer when they avert their eyes so i can draw them naked in peace

is that too much to ask for?

mi comuna (my neighborhood):

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