The strangest Christmas

Christmas has taken me somewhat by surprise this year. The first time I realised it was coming was earlier this month when, while battling through Santiago's busy shopping district in sweltering heat, I noticed pictures of snowflakes in shop windows. "Snowflakes?", I thought, "but it's not ski season any more." And then it hit me - this was Christmas in the southern hemisphere. Temperatures may peak at 33 degrees on Christmas Day but the image of a winter wonderland pervades.

Thanks to Ruth for the little reminder of
Christmases past - a poinsettia

And yet it doesn't feel like Christmas. Dutifully, Santa sits in shopping malls, robed in a thick red coat, boots and fake white beard, surrounded by Christmas trees, brightly wrapped presents, reindeer, snow and helper elves, but it seems out of place somehow (and my goodness he must be hot). My language school hung some paper garlands and installed a massive Christmas tree in reception; lovely to look at, but strangely incongruous against the 'hot country' building design of white plaster walls, light wood, cacti and palms. Christmas lights adorn the city streets, but they don't accompany any Christmas shopping trips, because it doesn't get dark until 9.30pm.

I guess that this must be normal for Chile, but for me, and for all of my northern hemisphere friends, it's just plain weird. There are two reasons as I see it. Firstly, Christmas isn't as prominent. Yes, there are adverts everywhere, decorations, lights, special food in the supermarkets and Christmas songs in the shops, but this doesn't start until at least the 1st of December. A very welcome and refreshing change to the flood of Christmas merchandising that appears before the school holidays are even over in the UK. Secondly, it's hot! It's summertime and the kids are enjoying their long holiday from school. So why do Christmas cards here feature snow-filled scenes, when that is never, ever going to be reality? Why not have Santa on the beach?

And this, I think, is the strangest thing for me to get my head around. Yesterday, I sweated over a pan of hot mulled wine while wearing shorts. For me, and I think for anyone who is accustomed to celebrating Christmas in the northern half of the world, the brain cannot compute that we should be putting up tinsel and roasting a turkey, when all we want to do is grab an ice-cream and a long cool drink in the shade. Merry Christmas from the other side of the world!

Bringing culture to the masses

One of the things I'm really starting to love about Santiago is the amount of free cultural events that are on offer. There always seems to be something going on, from ballet, to opera, to classical concerts, as well as outdoor art exhibitions and craft fairs. I guess the lack of rain here makes it easy to rock-up to the nearest public space and put on a show...

What is interesting, is that these events are packed. And not just with the usual crowd you would expect at an opera or a ballet. All of Santiago is there: families with small children, cool looking guys whose usual domain is reggaeton, girls on their way to a night out and pairs of blokes who on a Saturday night you'd expect to be in the pub. It seems there is a real hunger to experience culture here and it's fantastic that it's made accessible.

'The Nutcracker' with images projected onto La Moneda

This weekend it was the turn of festive favourite 'The Nutcracker' (or El Cascanueces). Performed by the amazing Santiago Ballet, accompanied by the equally brilliant Santiago Philharmonic Orchestra (the same team behind last month's production of 'Swan Lake'), it was another marvellous spectacle.

The setting was Plaza de la Constitucion, the central square in front of La Moneda, the presidential palace. With wondrous effect, this magnificent piece of architecture was used as a backdrop to the ballet - with dazzling images projected onto the white walls of the palace. Each sequence of light was greeted with a tantalized 'oooh' from the crowd.

The final scenes of 'The Nutcracker'

Meanwhile the dancing, of course, was superb. I was a long way from the stage, so the twirling figures were minute, but somehow they manage to draw you in, enthralling you with their delicate and intricate movements. The ballerinas displayed their prowess with numerous different styles, from a flamenco-inspired piece, to an almost rumba-esque section, to Russian dancers, a fight scene, puppets and robots. All culminating with the most familiar piece of "Nutcracker music", the lone ballerina pirouetting and leaving the crowd spellbound as if they had just discovered a music box for the first time. A real Christmas treat.

Mendoza

Forgive the delay in writing for a while; it has been a pretty crazy couple of weeks here, in between being extremely ill with my first taste of Chilean flu, finding myself in charge of a 24 hour news service and needing to make a trip to Argentina.

So Mendoza, as this post is titled, is the first city across the border from Santiago in Argentina. It is reached by the most spectacular mountain pass - which heads straight up and over the Andes. Vehicles have to snake around a twisting road that traverses what feels like a sheer drop. While the border, along with immigration control and customs, can be found at a height of around 3200 metres.

Mendoza mountain pass

We made the journey by coach, a sizeable journey that took 9 hours on the way there due to late night roadworks (just 6.5 on the way back). Thankfully, it wasn't as tortuous as I had imagined. The semi-cama or semi-bed service had comfortable seats which reclined into a sleeping position. We were served a sandwich and a cold drink upon departure, which was followed up after the border crossing by a cup of tea or coffee (yes, tea!) and a biscuit (this is a Chilean style biscuit - with lashings of dulce de leche or manjar and chocolate, yum). On the return journey, we were also treated to a film. I guess in a country as big as Chile, it's expected that long-distance coach journeys should be bearable a experience. Thankfully, they are.

So having travelled overnight, we reached Mendoza in the early hours of Saturday morning. It's a beautiful city; small, quiet, calm, very green with lots of trees and not a lot of traffic. A complete contrast to the hurly-burly of car horns and pollution that is Santiago. The city is structured around five main squares - Plazas de Independencia, Chile, Italia, España and San Martin - all beautifully landscaped and lovely places to sit and watch the world go by. We took in them all over the course of the weekend.

To start us off on Saturday morning, we had a very interesting guided tour at a panoramic viewpoint run by the tourist information centre. It provided a 360 degree view of greater Mendoza, extending to the Andes in the west, with sweeps of green city boulevards giving way to swathes of vineyards. Then in the afternoon, we visited a magnificent park, home to Cerro Gloria which we climbed to enjoy more great views.

11th December was the national day of tango in Argentina, so after eating a very filling meal of veal in breadcrumbs with chips, we rounded off the day by heading to the heart of the city to see some fine tango.

Sundays are quiet in Mendoza, so we decided to step back in time by hitching a ride on a trolley bus (yes, really). Then it was time for us to head back to Chile, travelling back over the mountains only this time in daylight. Truly, one of the most spellbinding journeys I have ever had the chance to enjoy.
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27 hours of love

As I write, Chile is slap-bang in the middle of its Teletón - a major national fundraising event that seeks to unite the entire country in order to raise money for children and young people with disabilities.

It's a bit like Children in Need or Comic Relief, only I would say on a much grander scale. The TV marathon starts at 10pm on Friday night and goes right through until the small hours of Sunday morning. There are acts throughout the period - music, dance, comedy, even strippers (apparently) at one point - as well as a celebrity football match and of course, lots of heart-breaking stories of struggle, rehabilitation and hope.

But it's more than that, it feels like the entire country gets involved in the Teletón. As an adult, I think, it's often quite easy for the British telethons to pass you by. You can simply not tune in to BBC1 on that evening, and if your workplace isn't one that does a lot for charity, and you don't have children to remind you that their school is organising something, you could be forgiven for not realising there was any kind of fundraising effort taking place at all.

Here, things are different. For the last month or so, there has been a huge advertising campaign - billboard-size posters in the Metro, Teletón packaging on all the well-known brands and TV commercials across all networks to remind you that the 3rd and 4th of December is Teletón. Then in the last week or so, hand-painted adverts have started appearing on the rear windows of people's cars, on buses even. The people here are moved to get involved. There is no way you escape the call for Chile, un solo corazón (Chile, one heart).

Last night I watched the opening ceremony; I set a new record (even for me) of starting to blub my eyes out around 10 seconds in. I really shouldn't watch these kind of programmes. Of course, this has been a momentous year for Chile, with the massive earthquake in February, a change in government and the rescue of the San Jose miners, all taking place in its Bicentenary - 200 years since the process of independence from Spain began.

But what was really amazing to me, was I couldn't have not watched the Teletón - it was on every single TV channel in the country. Friday night in Santiago was eerily quiet. I usually get very little sleep at the weekend because Chileans love a good party to end the week - with loud music, singing and dancing regularly going on until 3 or 4am. Yet last night - not a peep; with the exception of an occasional chorus of cheers and shouts. And I knew exactly what was prompting those cheers and shouts, because I was watching too. Truly, a nation united in solidarity - Chile, one heart.

I felt the earth move

Ok, I've decided to tackle a subject here that I've shied away from previously, because at times when I have mentioned it in the past it has provoked quite a strong reaction. The subject: earthquakes.

Here in Chile, earthquakes are a fact of life. Most likely, you will have seen in the news that Chile had a major earthquake back in February this year. In that particular case, the magnitude was exceptional. But a gentle shaking of the earth here is a regular occurrence.

I experienced my first tremor around four days after I arrived. I was sitting on the sofa when I heard an odd creaking noise in the kitchen. My first thought was that something may have fallen down or come in through the window. But then 30 seconds later I felt the floor and the sofa shake. It couldn't have lasted for more than 10 seconds and was nowhere near as strong as those we've had in Birmingham in recent years.

Since then there have been countless tremors, or rather delightfully 'tremblers' as they are sometimes called. I've been aware of two or three and there have been many more while we've been asleep/on the Metro/out and and about. What prompted this post was another one this morning and I can only describe it as feeling like someone had grabbed hold of the bottom of the sofa and shaken it from side to side.

So there you have it. Unfortunately, I couldn't write a blog about my time here in Chile without mentioning earthquakes, they are so common that no-one is phased when the earth moves. In fact, some colleagues of a friend of mine simply grinned and said: "Welcome to Chile. Get used to it." (Thanks Emma)