Ferris Bueller does Chile

Yesterday was by far the most ridiculously fabulous day in Chile thus far.
I was Ferris Bueller and this is my story:
Wednesdays we only have class in the mornings... and yesterday I had none. Mom and Dad dont get mad and think of it as a cultural experience... LuisFer, my host brother goes to Universidad El Central and the school had contracted 50 buses to go to the beach, to celebrate the school year. My friend Debra and I went to represent the gringo population. At 10 am we got to the school where hundreds of students were impatiently awaiting the buses. Just imagine 300 students with backpacks filled with pisco and coca cola (like Jack and Coke). When a bus would come hordes of people would chase it, push each other in through the door and even try to pull up friends who werent so lucky. It was loud and crazy with people yelling, screaming, greeting each other.
We finally got on the bus 3,4 to a seat ... packed in. As soon as the wheels started rolling, the copete (piscola, jack and coke) appeared. The party started at 10 am. We drove for an hour and a half from hustle bustle Santiago to the coast. Sand dunes, little markets, horses, brightly colored houses started to appear. Occasionally the bus would stop to spit out a few people whose bladders couldnt wait. They just went on the side of the road while the bus cheered them on. We finally got there and found ourselves in sand dunes, everyone on a search for the perfect oudoor bathroom... Along the road, all you could see was a parade of parked buses, 50 of them! You walk down a hill and then BAM. Beach, music, 300 college students!!!! Dancing, drinking, socializing for hours and hours and hours. And every person swore they were on top of the world.
The water was freezing, the sun wasnt too hot and the completos (hot dogs with avacado, tomato, bun, and mayo) were everywhere. There was a DJ playing Shakira and various reggaeton beats. We set up camp and hung out talking with whoever would walk by. Somehow we ended up missing the last bus and waited another hour for another bus to come. The sun was setting and there were horses and dogs meandering along the dunes. We got to sleep a little on the bus while the rest of the people continued partying. Sometimes someone would start a chant, like the ones they sing at the soccer games and then the whole bus would erupt in spanish rhyme banging their fists on the roof.
When we got back (at 10) Evelyn my host sister had people over to watch the soccer game... Costa Rica vs. Chile. Needless to say, there was more copete.... surprisingly I was still alive and on my feet at this point and then we started playing a dice game (like kings).
My host dad, host brother, host sister, and some friends just made a circle on LuisFers bed and played this game until about 4 in the morning! I have not laughed that hard for a long time. Today my cheeks and my abs are killing me from so much laughing and smiling. We would joke, fall into conversations, pull each other leg and then Evelyn fell off the bed into the closet and we laughed for 3 straight minutes. Its a pretty long time. One of those images that just thinking about might cause you to laugh out loud in an internet cafe.
So, 18 hours of drinking piscola carreteando (i wish that the english translation of this word could encompass all that it is but basically... partying, hanging out, having a good time, or also going out. We made some good friends and some good memories. Dont you think Ferris would be proud?

getting there

after a lot of hours...

with Jamon, my host brothers best friend. Pretty much sums up the whole day.

las cruces. chile.