Last night I went to church with my host family to celebrate Good Thursday. The earthquake destroyed the church, so the service was being held in a school gymnasium and it lacked a serious commodity, a bathroom. I ended up going with the mayor's wife to the beauty parlor across the street and asking if I could use their bathroom, they happily obliged and soon enough I was in Chilean Beauty Heaven, the fumes were insane and I have never seen so much extension action in my life. I understood very little of what they said but I think I have an appointment next week, Jessica Simpson and Ken Paves ain't got nothin' on this.We returned to mass where the priest washed twelve men's feet, symbolic of the twelve disciples and that, my friends, was all I understood throughout the 2.5 hour service. The microphone went in and out and the priest spoke so incredibly fast and without emotion that I understood almost nothing. After about 2 hours I was fairly certain we were ending mass because the priest and the altar boys left in a procession along with the musicians and a megaphone. We all followed in procession and I was getting ready to go the car when we all started marching and singing through the town square in a processional to the fallen altar to the Virgin at the church and the mass continued by megaphone for another 30 minutes. I felt like I was My Big Fat Greek Wedding and I was trying to impress my in-laws.
We returned home and Jorge (my host father) and I talked religion for a few hours. We discussed the Protestant/Catholic split, the theology of Saint Thomas of Aquinas and my personal favorite part was our Conspiracy Theory discussion. Apparently, the earthquakes of Chile and Haiti were caused by a satellite, Elvis is alive, the pope was murdered, etc. He doesn't actually believe these things but he presented it so convincingly I was getting nervous, he eventually laughed and let me know he was only kidding. Christian, their oldest son arrived around midnight so we stayed up chatting for a few more hours with him. He is just as nice as the rest of the family and adored by all and incredibly patient about explaining things to me.
I sometimes like to start thinking I am pretty fancy for understanding Spanish, but life likes to remind me to take a bite of humble pie, i.e. I do not know Spanish. Apparently, I agreed to go to a teacher's house for Once and to watch movies, I don't remember this, I thought we were talking about her children, but I am glad I did. I was taking a nap when they arrived to pick me up and was quite confused when three people I had never seen before were at the door asking if I was ready to leave. I put my best smile forward and decided to go for it and soon enough I was in their home watching Up in the Air in Spanish and drinking Fanta (the preferred drink of almost everyone here as far as I can tell). Before the movie finished, Sophia (a 19 year old who is studying to be a detective and has won various competitions for her impeccable shooting skills) and Nikolas ( a 17 year old who looks like he is 34) decided we should go roller blading instead of finishing the movie. We put some sweet blades on and went for it. Angol is no San Francisco, it certainly was not designed with rollerbladers in mind and the roads are very uneven and only semi-paved, the earthquake hasn't helped it any. It felt like an obstacle course, which added to the sense of adventure, but had me thinking how I was ever going to explain my broken wrists to a doctor. Then we watched Mamma Mia in Spanish and all sang along. It was impossible not to have a great time. I think the musical mood must be catching because when I got home Jorge and Christian were watching music videos and gave me Chilean Music 101 with some Radiohead and Genesis thrown in. It has been hilarious living here. I wish I could fully convey how awesome these people are and how much I love living here. I can't wait to tell you what Easter is like.
P.S. I never did finish Up in the Air, I really liked it and intend to watch it in its entirety so please don't spoil it.
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Hannah - you are doing a great job on this blog, even if you don't get a bunch of comments. Keep it up.
ReplyDeleteHe is risen! And by "he," I obviously mean Elvis, or the Pope. Man, wish I could have been there for your conspiracy theory talk. When you get a chance, be sure to ask if the Chileans have their own version of Bigfoot, or any other monsters that would amuse me.