The end of the week

View from my seat for the showing "El Hombre De La Mancha". The seat was on the 4th floor of the theatre, but it was not an extremely large theatre so you could see everything.

This picture is from the park near La Moneda (see paragraph 2).

So I must apologize for not posting anything at the end of last week, but the post from this weekend will make up for it...I give you my word on that.

I will start from Wednesday of last week. So Wednesday was a normal day, I spent the morning in class and then spent the afternoon reading at a park near La Moneda. This park is absolutely gorgeous, it is right in front of the capital building and you will always find a number of people just sitting there talking or having lunch (or what many adolescent Chileans do is lay in the park together either kissing or just hugging. It seems like the younger Chilean population is pro-PDA, due to the fact that most live at home and so they have restrictions put on them. Thus they must find other places to show the affection. But I digressed from the main point...sorry).

Thursday was an interesting afternoon. I went to class and the Swiss gentleman showed up again. We spent the afternoon discussing politics, religion, and abortion (he got to know my answer about the last one very quickly). I was looking forward to this day, not because of the discussion, but because I had purchased a ticket to the musical- El Hombre De La Mancha (the story of Don Quixote). So at 7 I jumped onto the Metro to go down to El Teatro Municipal to see the show. I walk up to the doorman and hand him my ticket, at which point he said, "Este billete es por manana". I looked down at the ticket and sure enough I bought the ticket for Friday and not Thursday. I felt like a fool, but I thought 'at least I didn't miss it'. I went back to the apartment and ended up watching a movie with the CHasers (the group that I am staying with).

Friday ended up being a great day. I was able to get a run in before class (either I lost my ability to run for more than half an hour or the smog is getting to me) , I had the chance to talk with Beth and I ended up at the theatre. Hopefully I will be able to post a few pictures at the end of this post. El Hombre De La Mancha was phenomenal. I didn't understand most of what was being said, but I was able to pick up the general storyline. As you can tell from the picture, my seat was at the top of the theatre, and unfortunately I had a column in my way. Due to a shifting of seats by several older individuals in the crowd I was able to hop into a seat in the middle of the row and so it made it quite a bit easier to see everything.