We were going to go to a concert...

Well, last night my good friend Natael convinced me to go to a concert in Valparaiso with her. The plan was to go to the concert and meet up with our other amigas at a club in Valpo. So, it was first and adventure finding the place. We took the wrong bus, and had to ask directions a couple of times. But low and behold, we made it to the venue. We walked up the stairs expecting to be the only white girls in the bar, however, we were surprised to see nobody in the bar. Natael read the information wrong and only the workers and owners were there. We decided to stay for a couple of minutes, and Natael accidentally ordered us a tuna salad. we mixed up aceitunas (olives) for atun (tuna). So, our salad came out with tuna, corn, lettuce, tomatoes and get this, potatoes from a can. The potatoes were not so tasty. Because the employees went out of their way to prepare it, we ate and enjoyed our salad. not too long after we sat down, the bar owner sat down in the room with his friend, and two more people came to join them. Being the outgoing child of my father, we struck up a conversation with them and got invited to sit with them. It was one mans birthday however we just sat at the table and talked about Chileans, economy, government, Obama and McCain... pretty interesting.
Underneath this bar is a pizza restaurant. Despite the Chileans smoking like chimneys, a smell came from the pizza restaurant and everybody was coughing uncontrollably. Natael and I found this the perfect chance to escape.
After this, Natael wanted to go home so I hopped on the bus. Immediately, our other friends called, and after making Australian friends on the bus and paying $1, I exited the micro to meet my other friends and go to a club called "Huevo" (Egg). There was a sea of people, we had fun dancing but it was not what we expected. We exited the club when the club closed. Outside of the club, three food stations were setup. A popular food here is hot dogs with guacamole, mayo, cheese, mustard and ketchup on it. Two stations served these up, and another station fried sopapillas and sold them for 20 cents. My friend Katelynn and I ate a sopapilla and got on the Micro to go home.
I have learned that the micro's are privately owned. So I feel the bus driver owns his micro, and despite paying little tolls while he drives, retains all the money. Sometimes, there is another guy who will well at you to get on the bus, ask where your going and shove you onto his bus. I have no idea what interest he has on getting people onto the bus, but I'm positive its economic. Well the Micro didn't leave until it was stuffed with people. It was about 10 minutes of waiting. But nevertheless, I made it home safe and sound, and I'd call it an enjoyable taste of Chile.
As far as the three classes I'm taking with actual Chilean students, only one started the week school starts. I am the only blonde amongst all the black hair. However, this doesn't bother me.
Next week I will have more to say about school (hopefully) and tonight, I believe I will conquer the concert scene again; I'm positive the band plays tonight!
Un abrazo
xoxo... Kati