Last night Julie, Eoin (read: Owen) and I set out on our first "big deal" night out in Valpariaso, the "big deal" spot in the metropolitan area for getting your Latin groove on.
To start the evening in a civilized manner, we first sat down to a proper meal. Eoin made cazuela, a traditional Chilean soup which was strangely reminiscent to everything I ate in Ecuador, but much less mysterious, and therefore better. Julie and I made banana bread and these Irish folks got to experience its magic for the first time. Of course, they loved it and I promised many more batches with accompanying tea parties in the future.
We settled on going out to El Huevo, a massive three floored dance club that we had heard rave reviews about from every Chilean college student we'd met. We arrived at midnight and to my surprise, the place was pretty dead until almost 2:00. For a good while, we had the first floor, which was playing your favorite 80's hits, all to our selves. This led to a frightening display of white people dancing which need not be recounted. Strangely, we attracted an Ecuadorian exchange student who mercifully stopped us from embarrassing ourselves further and took us up to the salsa dancing level on the roof.
David is an incredible teacher and within the time of only a few songs, I was moderately confident that people were no longer pointing and laughing and that I would not sustain major injury. (Read: major accomplishment.)
After dancing until the place closed down the salsa floor at almost 5am, we made our way home. For some reason, there was a surprisingly large amount of traffic (car, bus, pedestrian), an unusual number of stray dogs totally freaking out, and men in business suits eating hot dogs on the street... all in the wee hours of Easter morn in this allegedly super Catholic country. I woke up this morning (fine, early afternoon) to what felt like whiplash and an assortment of Easter candy that some little bunny must have placed on my chair while I was sleeping.
I love it here.
Besos,
Allie
4 comments:
I want to come close down a dancing establishment with you! Hopefully not salsa dancing though, yikes. Banana bread is one of the most amazing things our country has produced, clearly. Sometime I have to tell you the story of how I got kicked out of the belmar!
Haha. We actually didn't come close to closing down the place.... just the salsa floor. I think that you might have to be out until 9am to be the last out of a dance club here. Oh, i have an idea.... I'm going to be teaching classes on Saturday morning near the club. I can wake up at 5am and get a little dance in before work.
I must hear this story about you getting kicked out of the Belmar. Post it as a comment? :)
GAWD I wish me and Bob and Cristian were on our way down there RIGHT now!!!
me too :)
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