or, as we would say here, "despedir a soltera" - literally "goodbye to being single". The Chilean way is to buy nice underwear, no surprises there, and (get ready for it) phallic shaped food products. I've heard it is possible to encounter such goodies in the United States as well, but the Chileans really seem to have the industry cornered. We decided to pass on the penis-shaped cake filled with condensed milk, and just went with a chocolate penis.
Jenn, my friend from the good ole American middle, or what she likes to call Iowa, is getting married. In less than a year. Now that my life has flashed before my eyes, I draw your attention to the screen behind her and her chocolate phallus. The screen, if you cannot read it, says "WHAT IS BUSH'S PLAN TO REPAIR RELATIONS W OTHER COUNTRIES"
So, if you hadn't guessed from the picture, the way to make the Chilean bachellorette party more American, besides going to the most beautiful city South America has to offer to hold it (can you tell I loved Buenos Aires), is to polish off the party with watching the debates. Rest assured, friends, I've found friend just as dorky as myself, right here in Chile.
Must do's and see's in BBAA
- A tango show. It's supposed to be the best place in the world for it, and I believe it. Plus, it's supposed to be one of the best places in the world for beef, so spring for the show with dinner. And then finish your whole huge plate of steak, like I did. (Nothing's changed here.) While at said tango show, it is highly recommended that you not admit you don't know the words to the songs that everyone in the audience is singing along with, and just join in at the top of your lungs. They'll be too drunk to know the difference.
- People tangoing in the streets. For no other reason than I think it's spectacularly romantic. That's right, not only do I still eat tons, but I'm also still a sap. All hopes that South America would rid me of my vices are being dashed teh more I write.
- The architecture. Which isn't hard to miss, and is spectacular. No wonder they call it the Paris of South America.
- A "Tenador Libre" restaurant. Translated "Free Fork", it's an all-you-can-eat-buffet. And because, I will remind those who have forgotten, Argentines have strong Italian descendence, the food is usually quite splendid. I personally went to two: one for 7 USD and one for 3.
- Because, that's right, the other great thing about Argentina is the prices. All the prices look normal, and then you remember that you get to divide by three! Not that I'm one to take advantage of a country in economic crisis, except that... okay, maybe I am. My wardrobe is happier for it, and someone had to buy those adorable black leather ballet flats.
- Evita Peron's grave, adorned with flowers. I would not, however, recommend going when there's about to be a funeral in a neighboring mausoleum, but that, as Britney would say, is your perogative.
- The cemetary in which Eva Peron's grave is located. A given from the above recommendation, but I've now discovered that walking around a cemetary can tell a person a lot about place, interestingly enough. Slightly morbid, but interesting.
- the Aurolineas Argentina stewardesses. On my list, they would be must see, but you know, perhaps they fall under the must do catagory for some. Really though, it's their amazingly stylish jackets that must be seen. I wonder how irresponsible it would be to run off and be a stewardess for a year, just for the cute jacket...
- And finally, the amazing view flying over the Andes, coming home from Argentina. Buenos Aires might have awesome food and shopping and tango and buildings, etc, but there's nothing like being like max two hours from beautiful mountains at all times. Or going to school on the beach for that matter. Here's to hoping I finish my work in time to get some sun soon! Sometimes it's just so good to be in Chile :)
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