Hola amigos y familia y random people who happen to find these posts!
Yes, I know. It has been quite a while since I last wrote anything and we have a lot to catch up on. So, expect a few posts over the course of this weekend (including one on the Study Abroad blog) to get everyone all caught up on how I’ve been spending my time in Córdoba, Argentina.
So right after the last time we talked, Megan and I (and some other friends) went to a nightclub (called a boliche in Argentina). But it wasn’t just any old boliche. It was an hour away from the city by bus and it was carved into a mountain. INSIDE A MOUNTAIN. Like, ok this is awesome. Except there were all of these 15 year olds there and some of the girls were um…needless to say…a little scantily clad. I wanted to go up to them, cover them with a large flannel blanket (it was a bit chilly) and tell them to go home and hug their mothers. I wore my cat tshirt so I was fine. We thought it was going to be just electronic music but oh no. SO much reggaeton and cumbia. But I was not against the Pitbul. I actually like them. Don’t judge me. The festivities finished at 9am. NINE. Back home my bedtime is like 11pm. It was a whole new world for me, and I do not believe it will be an experience I will have again.
The next weekend, Megan and I packed our bags and set out on an 18 hour bus adventure to meet up with other road rebs in Santiago de Chile for Lollapalooza. Our first bus was from Córdoba to Mendoza (8 hours). That was a nice journey. We spent a little extra and got a “full cama” seat. So, basically it reclined all the way back into a bed. We also got a hot meal and wine so I was very happy. The second bus wasn’t as cushy. We only got semi-cama seats (they reclined back about halfway) and the ride was bumpy. But the view from the window was incredible. We drove through the Andes mountains and I have never really seen anything like it in my entire life. And we weren’t even in the part of the Andes that is considered to be very beautiful. That ride was around 10(ish) hours and at 5pm, we arrived in Santiago! And got ripped off by a cab driver! But that’s not important right now.
It was awesome to see some familiar faces. William, Riley, and Megan are studying in Valparaiso, a city an hour from Santiago. We all stayed at an awesome hostel (for anyone looking for a recommendation, I strongly recommend Ají Hostel in Santiago! The service was great, the rooms were clean, and the people were really cool) and for the small part of the city we got to see, I really enjoyed it.
On Saturday morning, we all got up to go pick up our tickets from the will call and ended up waiting for around 3 hours. It wasn’t all bad. We made some British and Canadian friends and got to enjoy the nice view of the fence surrounding the Parque O’Higgins where the festival was being held. Four hours later, after eating a very delicious quesadilla, we went inside. All I can say is wow. Just, wow. I didn’t know what to do at first because everything was so big and so awesome. Our first two shows were inside of a domed in stage and while they were fun, things got a little rowdy. I experienced my first and last mosh pit. They really are not fun at all someone could get hurt. I ventured outside into the fresh air and enjoyed the last few songs on Of Monsters and Men (very excellent live) and after I found Megan, we both relaxed in the grass for a little while until we went to go grab a spot for Eminem. And Eminem was fantastic. Actually, fantastic can’t even fully encompass how good of a show it was. He performed his new songs, remixes of other peoples’ songs, and then a bunch of his old stuff from the 90s. I cried five times. Needless to say, I was very very happy.
The next day was more of a whirlwind because there were more bands I really wanted to see. We started off with Twenty-One Pilots and then I went to see Alabama Shakes (one of the most amazing voices I’ve ever heard), Brandon Flowers (lead singer of the Killers), Mumford and Sons (I cried twice) and then final Florence and the Machine. Her show was one of the prettiest concerts I’ve ever seen.
And then I lost my wallet. And my GoPro that wasn’t really a GoPro.
I don’t know what happened, but it fell out of my purse. I searched around the ground for it but found nothing. So, with the help of my parents, my cards got canceled and my license reported stolen. But then a few days later, I received a message from a stranger in Santiago telling me that he had found my wallet and that he would send it to me. This just goes to show that there are actually good people in this world!
I’m coming up to around 1000 words, so stay tuned for my next post about Iguazú!