I live in Sanhattan, no lie.

I have been living the lifestyle of the rich and famous. That may be a lie, but I certainly have been having a pretty fly time. I don't have internet access on my computer so I can't download pictures yet, but I can give you a taste of my life.
Today I wandered around the city on a double decker bus like a true tourist. I asked the waiter at lunch for a recommendation and thought he recommended some type of casserole, unfortunately it was a pot roast. Yikes. This country loves itself some meat and cheese. I have never seen so much meat served at one time. We ate almost an entire cow at lunch between four of us. Peta would have been so disgusted by our lunch.
Yesterday Mike and I went wandering around the city and found the hostel and the new land that I shall soon be entering. It is a pretty cool area, hip, a bit dodgy, but that's what adventures are made of. We happened upon a Chilean Cultural Exhibition and really got in touch with our artistic sides. I nearly got my eyebrow pierced and a few tattoos so I would fit in. We also managed to get ourselves into the large Saturday market and we were the only tourists. I really stood out because I am so pale and I was wearing shorts. Apparently, this is a faux pas because I have never been stared at so much or had so many catcalls. I even got honked at. I know what Carrie Bradshaw feels like now. I just need to start wearing a few more tutus.

Sidenote:Angela, no one has offered me mayo yet and I am terribly sad about it.