Nose bites, penguins and the Chilean George Foreman

The last few days have been very eventful so I´ll just start from a few days ago. I was going out to the bars with my host brother Nico and his friend Javier. It´s always an interesting experience going out with Nico because when you get inside the club the first two things he does is pull his hood over his head (?) and buy a large beer to share. This makes him look especially shady as no girl can see his face, yet they can see the oversized beer he is carrying. It started just as any night would, checking out the room, but after a while I magically found myself dancing with an unusually tall (she was about 5´7´´, but here that´s huge) and attractive chilean girl. We were having a great time, she was really funny because she would just enjoy and play with the music. She would make funny faces, weird dance steps (the phone answer, a personal favorite) and just all around having a great time. I ended up losing the rest of my crew which was the hint that I´d been dancing with her for a while. I was getting thirsty so I went and bought a beer for the both of us and she gave me a sweet little kiss. I normally wouldn´t write about something like this but it sets up where I´m going. So we finish the beer, and start dancing a little closer. Things were really going well, she was still playing around, I was having a great time. And then it happened, she bite me in the nose. It seemed playful but still, who bites people in the nose? I´ve heard of ears and neck(vampires), but the nose. Needless to say, my nose still hurts two days later.

The next day was really uneventful, due to the late night before. I ended up going to be really early because I had an early bus ride. So I get up nice and early and I have to get to Santiago on the 8 o clock bus. I get out of the station and the first bus I see is the 8 for Santiago. Perfect. I got on the bus and was enjoying my ride to Santiago when, 45 minutes into the trip the ticket inspector came buy. I held my ticket out, he ripped off the end and walked away. Then he came back to see it again. Whoops, I got on the wrong company bus. The guy was actually really cool about it, but I felt like an ass.

Only bad thing about taking the wrong bus was it dropped me off at the wrong station in Santiago. This meant I had to take the metro to the other station. After buying the ticket the station manager informs me that I am not allowed to board the metro due to my oversized boardbag. I start explaining to him that the metro is uncrowded and I only have to go a few stops. He starts to get in my face over nothing and starts calling me names which I don´t take kindly, so I called him a hijo de puta and left ( I did turn once to see his face, not happy). I got a cab to the next station and right in time to catch a bus to Pichilemu. It was so nice to have that part work out so easily.

I end up getting picked up by Valerie, one of the owners of the spanish school, and she drops me off at my house to meet my new host mom, Pati. She´s cool, shows me all around and leaves me be. After that I went straight to the beach to check out the surf, it was good. Really, really good. I surfed until dark with a huge smile on my face. It was a nice change because the locals here are a lot cooler about the crowds (easy because there are none). The wave is a super long river mouth point break. The bottom is all sand and the wave itself is so playful. It´s definitely one of my favorite waves. It´s cool how open it is here too, theres a ton of fish and wildlife. Today I even saw penguins swimming around in the water.

After my surf, I headed straight back to the house to have dinner with the family before Pati leaves for the weekend to see here son at university. I get the low down on the family. Oldest son, Pato, goes to uni. Then there are two daughters, Pati Su and Pati Po, who are cheerleaders at the local high school. Yes so that is right, the mother has named all of her children after her (including a son). It´s really weird, but all she needs is a couple more before she can reach George Foreman status.

Now I´m just hangin out getting ready for my Baseball fantasy draft (in which I´ll probably take Russel Martin five rounds too early) and then the UCLA game.