While in Concepcion, I couch surfed. I found a nice, diverse group of people who were very welcoming. Their houshold consists of 4 roommates, one from Redding PA (Michael), one from France (Mathi), one from Chile (Jorge) and one from Germany (Steffen). The only common language that we all had was Spanish.
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| Jorge y Matchi trying to steal avacados from the neighbor's avacado tree. |
Their house was not so different from houses that I am used to in the U.S. posters on the wall, communal food, a crazy kitten, furniture made from trash, a dying marijuana plant.
We went to 2 fiestas. The first night we met up with another friend from Morocco and went to a party where there were many Chileans and a healthy amount of pisqo (Chilean liquor) and rum. I got drunk and took this picture above. Paulina, who is sitting next to me was so nice, her, Pablo and I talked about big topics like what happens after death, what we want to do with our lives and why Americans are assholes.
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| Out of this world! |
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| The morning after a party looks the same no matter where you are. |
The second night we went to a dinner party at Khadija;s (the Moroccan girl) house. There were people from Spain, Columbia, France, Germany, Chile, USA, Morocco and possibly other places. After eating a big meal of oysters, chicken and sausage we had a dance party and played music from each different country represented. They played an Elvis song for me, we all chanted "U. S. A!" It was weird.
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