The following is a blog from Sophie, who is living abroad in Chile for the next year, and is Small Dog’s current foreign correspondent! She will be checking in with us periodically to let us know how she and her MacBook are doing…
Last night I had the pleasure of going to a big party that my school hosted for the to honor the older students that will be graduating in a few weeks. All of us party-goers dressed in fancy fabrics, a little bit less than one might wear to prom. I arrived at 8 PM where the party was hosted in the center of the city, and did not leave until 4:30 in the morning (and the party was still going on).
The fiesta commenced with casual conversation and small dishes of appetizer foods which included small crackers with carrot pieces and the occasional squirt of mayonnaise. Dinner was upstairs and consisted of a plate of various meat choices, small potato balls and was finished off with a photographer with a few gold teeth taking rapid pictures and telling us all to squeeze together and say “cheese.”
Afterwards, the whole lot of us piled into a small room to start the dancing. No Chilean party is ever devoid of dancing, and we spent most of the night twisting and turning to a selection of raggetone, samba and Latin music. Halfway through, a band of drummers came pounding up the stairs to beat a wave of more Latin music and had people dancing in a flurry in the center of the floor. Near the end, parents at the party started to throw out hats and noise makers; I felt like it was New Years Eve but it was only November the tenth, at three in the morning!
When I left there was still a small crowd dancing, but I was happy to get in to bed and retire from dancing in high heels for the good part of the night. Chileans sure know how to throw a grand fiesta.
