What’s cooking?

This little piggy went to the market (specifically, Mercado Central and La Vega) then made ceviche, pebre and sopaipillas, empanadas de pino, leche asada and pisco. No big deal. This is all thanks to a seven hour cooking class with Uncorked Chile.

Feast your eyes on this smattering of photos from the markets and our gastronomic delights. I know it seems impossible that I made the dishes below, but the proof is in the pudding (leche asada). Enjoy the slideshow.

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A freestyle rap battle

I found a freestyle rap battle in Bella Vista this afternoon through santiagomagazine.cl. Tickets were just $2000 pesos ($3 US). A freestyle rap battle is a competition where two people go head to head rapping to a beat that the DJ plays. The raps are off the cuff (freestyle) and the rappers play off what the other one says (it’s like a Socratic seminar with insults and a steady percussive beat). Admittedly and uncomfortably, I didn’t understand everything as the raps were steeped in esoteric Chilean slang. An infinite number of years with Rosetta Stone would still never adequately prepare me to write the subtitles for rap battles in Spanish. I thought about when I watched the subtitled version of “8 Mile” in Guatemala. I derived great pleasure from the Puritan translations. When Eminem bid his posse farewell with a defiant face, gangster reverse peace sign and “¡Peace out, dawgs!” the subtitles simply read “¡Adiós, amigos!

It was uncomfortable not understanding everything, but no words were needed to know when a rapper burned the other one. Or to appreciate the lyrical rhythm of their words. Having said that, it felt good when I slid out the side door to the comfort of quotidian Spanish that I could understand.

Getting off the grid

My parents and I are spending two days in the famed coastal town of Valparaíso. Like yesterday in Santiago, we wandered for hours with no particular itinerary or prior knowledge of where we were going. “Let’s just jump off the metro wherever!” “Hey, where does this long staircase lead to?” This practice should generally not be employed in Latin American capital cities. As a matter of fact, many moons ago, I was backpacking in Venezuela. My gringo friends and I hopped a bus from Caracas destined for the beach. I was 23 and hungry for Romancing the Stone-level adventure. One of us (I’m going to go ahead and guess it was me) suggested we get off the bus somewhere completely off the grid. At a beach town with no mention in our guidebooks. Magellan and the other great seafaring 15th and 16th century explorers of South America didn’t rely on guidebooks (Lonely Flat Planet) so why should we? We stepped off the bus. We walked no more than 7 minutes. Two teens mugged us at gunpoint. The end. Jane Wilder retires.

For pictures from Valpo, click on Fave Fotos above. Here are pictures from our exploration of the Santiago boroughs of Providencia and Las Condes, which are comparable to the Upper East Side of NYC:

walking in las condes

 Las Condes

peanut potpourriPeanut potpourri

metro symbolMetro symbol

festival in the park

Festival scene in the park

Weather delay and high fives

I heard that the School District of Philadelphia had a 2 hour delay today due to the weather. Coincidentally, I also had a weather delay here in Santiago. In Philly, the culprit: hibernal fright. In Santiago: vernal delight. Instead of taking a 10 minute metro ride to Providencia for a meeting with my program coordinator, I took a 3 mile long cut through Parque Forestal. Who rides the metro when you can prancercize through this:

Parque Forestal

It is the first day back from summer vacation (December-February is summer here). College students whizzed by on bikes, eyes glistening with intellectual curiosity and/or last night’s pisco sours. One exuberant student high-fived me as he rode by.

These Chilean college students have a lot to high five about. Over the past few years, they have staged massive protests rebelling against excessive inequalities in education. The popular uprising was violent at times, but also incredibly creative. Soon they will reap the fruits of their labor. Starting in 2016,  college tuition will be 100% free (free!), funded by corporate taxes. After intense debate, the government has also approved the next phase of education reform – bolstering learning conditions by fully funding their public schools. Sound familiar, Philly? So maybe it wasn’t a high five that college student on a bike was giving me. Maybe it was a passing of the torch. Bien hecho. Well done, Chile.

Not in Chile for the chili

This is a true story.

Student: Why are you going to Chile again?

Me: Because I heard they have the best chili, obviously.

Student: Oh, that makes seeeense.

And scene. And I lose my job for being a jerk.

That’s not actually why I’m here. Chile is home to one of the most vibrant street art scenes in South America and is experiencing a golden age of creativity. I’m here collaborating with graffiti artists, muralists and educators and exploring ways to use street art as a vehicle for teaching language and elevating cultural literacy. My final project will be a collection of teaching resources that we design for world language educators. I’ll be looking for teachers to beta test the lessons, so stay tuned if you’re a teacher. If you’re not a teacher, is it because you were a terrible student? Go home and think about what you did.

Feet on the ground

New Inti Castro mural at Bellas Artes metro stop

New Inti Castro mural at Bellas Artes metro stop

From Cerro Santa Lucia photo excursion

From Cerro Santa Lucia photo excursion

Day 1: Arrival to Santiago (yesterday)

During the 8 hour 58 minute flight from Houston to Santiago, I managed to watch two episodes of “New Girl”, start reading a book and sleep for about 8 hours (right through all the meals). I woke up to the announcement about completing our customs forms. This reminded me about the 3 illicit mandarins in my bag that I meant to consume before succumbing to flight narcolepsy. I ate the contraband then shoved the peels/pests in the blanket bag.

It was a 20 minute, 19000 Chilean pesos ($32) taxi ride to my crib at Monjitas 744 right downtown. My driver loved listening to power ballads.  He loved them so much that he ignored me the whole time which spared me the typical line of questioning that taxi drivers in Latin America usually subject me to:

Driver: Where are you from?

Me: Philadelphia.

Driver: But where is your family from?

Me: The Philippines.

Driver: Do you speak Chinese?

#browngirlproblems

My airbnb apartment is centrally located just blocks from a new Inti Castro mural, the Plaza de Armas, multiple ATM’s that reject my card, Museo Bellas Artes and Cerro Santa Lucia. I participated in a local photography group’s shoot on Cerro Santa Lucia on my first night. They were impressed that I attended an event that began 6 hours after I stepped foot in Chile (pshhh). I used my Sony a6000 for the first time and shot several mediocre pictures and one really good one of my lens cap.

First impressions:

– Chile feels significantly more European than Latin American (the people, the ease of everything, the smells).

– It’s literally 64 degrees warmer than it is in Philly.

– Chilean Spanish sounds funny to my ears.

– There are very few stray dogs (unlike the roving packs of street dogs that terrorized me in Guatemala and held nightly barking competitions in front of my bedroom window).

– Peruvian and sushi restaurants abound.

– The malls are mad houses even on Friday afternoons. Why?! They don’t even have Cinnabon here. Not that I eat Cinnabons. Especially not the outside Cinnabon spirals anyway.