On the bus the other day 2 rough looking, loud, bold men started doing a hip hop thing. If I had been in Portland I would have been afraid. They were right next to me and after a while they started talking to me. When they figured out that I didn't understand them they were friendly and said, in English, "Welcome to Chile". Then they continued their act and I suspected they were saying something about me. When they were finished they walked around and people gave them pesos. They had performed bravely and were good at what they were doing. People appreciate that.
On the subway yesterday a man started ranting. I wondered if he was preaching until he put a pair of ladies underwear on his head. He stood in front of us and teased us in a friendly way. He was obviously asking why we wouldn't give him any pesos. We just smiled and the Chilean people chuckled. Leon and I weren't going to give him anything because we didn't know if his act was good or foul. Then Sim gave him 250 pesos and we were off the hook.
The jugglers and musicians are especially entertaining. The other day there was a papa with his son on his shoulders. They were juggling together in the intersection during every red light. They knew just when to stop and collect the pesos before the light turned green. The little boy walked between the cars to collect them.
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