Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Huaso this

I have a headache.  No, it's not because I have a cold.  Nor is it because I slept terribly last night after being jolted (literally) awake at 4am by a rather large (5.9) earthquake.  It's because the same three-minute long instrumental has been blaring at school for two weeks.  You do the damn math, I am at school for 10 hours per day, 4 days per week.  According to my rough calculations (that means the flawless duo of Google and an iPhone) that means I have heard the same song well over 3,000 times.  Yeah, my head hurts, it's Wednesday, and Independence Day is on Saturday.  FML

Apparently, Independence Day is not a singular day at all down here rather it is a whole month to commemorate the day when your Criollo Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa Don Juan the Huaso (cowboy) helped to liberate Chile of those pesky, overbearing Spaniards.  What's the best way to commemorate your national heritage?  Well of course it's by dusting off your gramps' old wardrobe and dressing little Fernando, Fernanda, Camillo and Camilla like old Don Juan the Huaso or one of his many chinas (sweethearts) that he bravely fought the Spanish conquistadores for.   Maybe little Fernando and little Camilla can pretend like they are frustratingly lusting after each other and do the national dance, La Cueca.  Wouldn't that be cute?  Sure would—once, maybe twice, hell even a third time.

Nope, that's not enough though.  Over and over again, every day in gym class, they dance to the only Cueca song that seems to exist on CD.  Yeah, it's real f*ckin awesome.  Especially when you design your school around an outdoor patio that also happens to double as the gymnasium and put up walls that are thinner than the Motel 6 where you may or may not have been mistakenly conceived.  Yup, my head hurts.  A lot.

No comments:

Post a Comment