To cap off my vacation week, I went to Valparaiso and Vina del Mar for the day with my roommate (Adolfo), his girlfriend, and another friend. He rented a car, so we all piled into it at 8:30 AM on Saturday morning, and took off for the beach. They didn't tell me too much/anything about what we were going to do there, so I packed a bag with stuff like a towel, swimsuit, change of clothes, etc. I think Adolfo thought it was food, so he was very excited to get it in the car. However, once it became obvious that there was little else in there besides underpants and some sand-ready shorts, he told me I could put it in the trunk.
The ride there was actually very pleasent. It's only about an hour and a half, so we passed the time getting to know each other. And by getting to know each other, I meant that I fielded questions from the 3 of them for the majority of the time in Spanish. But it was actually great - they are all from Guatemala, and their dialect is crystal clear. I was silently kicking myself for not moving to a crisper-dialect country after the car ride. But then I remembered that any country with crystal-clear Spanish is like that because they are essentially still developing nations, and for what I'd gain in dialect, I'd lose in wi-fi, supermarkets, and indoor plumbing. And just like that, the Chilean choice came back into a favorable light.
Alright, I know the majority of you are here for the pictures (accompanied by my razor-sharp witty commentary, of course), so I won't keep you in suspense any longer. To the spoils of my camera!