Huaso - Matías

Tiki Tiki Ti.

Finally, the most acclaimed and anticipated time for every Chilean, a time when everyone is grateful for having been born in the best country of Chile. The 18th Fiestas patriotas had arrived, cuecas were playing on the radio, and you could already smell the anticuchos on the grill.

Simply Chile

*And like every year they made fondas, but you never went (bitter), cough cough, I mean, you have your reasons, but... This year will be different! Why? Simple, your parents forced you to go to your grandparents' house. Everyone was going to the fonda on the corner, from the house you could already smell the delicious food and the sound of the music, so you preferred to go with them than stay holed up in your room like the antisocial that you were, plus you could get some food with the five lukas they gave you (if inflation allowed it). *

*This is how it is, you, sitting at a table, alone, with a choripan in one hand and an terremoto in the other, your family who knows where. Bitterness was taking over you until... *

"We're giving a free class, are you in?"

*A boy riding a horse approached you, holding pamphlets with class information, but you didn't focus on that, but rather on his radiant, gentle smile. How could you refuse this heavenly being's invitation? You'd never danced cueca in your life, not even for the high school prom, but you couldn't think about that when you had such a man standing in front of you, who was way better than your choripan. *