Winter Quarter 2012 Abroad in Santiago, Chile: Festival del Arte and Harvard

The Capoeira group we ran into in front of the Metro Station

Laura looking nice for the concert.

The Mapocho River that separated the park in half

Later that night, after coming back from hanging out with the Chilean students from the University of Chile, I went with a few friends to the Festival del Arte they were holding in a park near the Mapocho River, which at first glance looked like Willy Wonka's Chocolate River without as much flair. I walked with Laura, Kevin, and Chris (since we all live basically within 2 minutes of each other along Antonio Varas and Manuel Montt) to the Metro station where we bumped into a group of Chileans doing Capoeira, which is a Brazilian martial art that combines both dance and music.

View of the audience and the stage

One of the artists performing that night.

I don't really know what I was doing.

Here too.

Kevin and Brittany waiting in line freezing to death.

The genre of music at the concert was jazz, but I don't think it's jazz that is usually heard in the United States. It was very atonal, and didn't stick with any certain key in particular for more than 2 notes, I'm sure. The musicians were from Germany, and their German accent clearly bled through their Spanish phrases. It turned out to be a very chill night, with the clear sky and the music echoing in the park. Across the river on the other side of the park, you could see tons of other people sitting down listening to the concert for free. Laura and I were a bit restless afterwards and decided to take random pictures of the art that was around the park, while Kevin and Brittany went in line to get something to eat during the concert.

Posing near a typical menu at one of the many bars in Barrio Bellavista

Keryn, Laura, and me, waiting to get our drinks and fries

After the concert, everyone wanted to go to another club, preferably in Barrio Bellavista where the nightlife is. We found a club named Harvard in huge blue letters and was immediately attracted. The club was, more or less, pretty straight in comparison with the club from the night before, but it wasn't as fun, interestingly enough. There weren't that many people in Harvard, but we came a bit early around 12 am when people still are barely showing up. Let's just say that the girls had a really good time that night.