Last Weekend

So, I tried Salsa dancing. And by tried I mean forced. And by forced I mean I sat in the corner of a salsa club watching in amazement as beautiful Chilean women moved their hips to a beat I couldn´t even keep in my head... until one of these such women (the club´s star dancer in fact) started talking to my little American group in the corner, asing where we were from, etc. I guess this was the sign for the men in the club to come grab us, rotating person to person, teaching us how to salsa. It was quite fun and I definetely improved, although I still need many a lesson to walk back in there with confidence.

After coming back from salsa dancing at 4 am, some of us met at 9 the next morning to pick a place along the coast to go, since training on Monday was cancelled. We randomly picked a town about 4 hours north of Santiago called Los Molles, and ps don´t listen to Fodor´s Travel Guide. Seven of us went, and I did have the time of my life, it was wonderful, but just so random and definetely not the beach resort I was secretely expecting.

We got off the bus and found ourselves on the side of the highway, amongst shacks of houses, all empty except the tiny one room beach houses which were converted into arcades and filled with local children. We walked toward the beach and finally found a great (and cheap) hotel right on the beach---- two floors, 4 rooms and a balcany. The next day we did this little hike along these cliffs by the ocean on a search for an island of sea lions. We had a great time at night and I now feel permanentely bonded with my Los Molles crew.