Chinese food in Chile

After my extremely long mass I opted to skip out on any further religious festivities, I know one could argue that I would learn so much, that the meaning shines through the language barriers, but to them I would say, you try sitting through it for 2.5 hours WITHOUT a bathroom, that's what I thought.
Saturday I went to Los Angeles with my host sister and had fashion 101 through the eyes of a Chilean teenager. I have never seen so many bright colors, I was too young to remember much of the 80's, but it looks like I will get a second chance. Have I mentioned that the Chileans absolutely love mullets? They do, sometimes walking around is like being in a bad Kanye West video. I was tempted by the glamour and the glitz of the clothing, but opted for something far more tasteful, a zebra print shirt/dress. I like to keep things African chic.
After the shopping extravaganza we drove to my Chilean grandparent's house. The drive was absolutely gorgeous, rolling hills, fields of green, it was picturesque to be sure. The chaos at their house was absolutely hilarious, there were children galore, babies everywhere, pregnant ladies, adults chatting, and Spanish so fast my head was spinning. I think that no matter where you are in the world, grandparents houses are full of joy.
Jorge, Lorna, and I make quite a philosophy team, there is a lot of explaining minor and major concepts to me through extremely easy language, but it is really good. I think the Saturday night tradition is brandy and philosophy, I love it.

Easter day I found myself on my way to Concepcion, the epicenter of the Earthquake. The road was a bit treacherous and didn't exactly inspire confidence in me. We encountered broken bridges, collapsed roads, and many many detours, but we got there. I was expecting complete chaos and destruction, but what I encountered was no different than Angol, although a lot less friendly. There were buildings destroyed, there was a lot of damage, but nothing like what I was expecting, my family agreed. There were still people sleeping on the streets so I think that most of the damage was inside the buildings. The thing I couldn't quite capture was the way the streets were destroyed, it would be a rollerblader's nightmare.

The Lider that was in all the photos being robbed. It is still completely chaotic, but I think that is just the Chilean grocery store way. We waited in line for 40 minutes.

Destroyed building, you can't tell, but there was a huge fire that destroyed this building. It was 1/2 block.

The Plaza de Armas (central square) the middle part was thrown from the statue.

Another view. This has been here since 1898, a gift from the Spanish.

A destroyed building.

Happy late Easter! And a very happy birthday to my grandpa, my world is a better place because of him. Also, a sad goodbye to my aunt Paulette who passed away this morning. I love you Mom.