Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Homebody Travels - Chile

Chile


PONDER*
Chile is a narrow strip of land fringed by the Pacific Ocean and the Andes Mountains.  It's diverse geography includes grazing lands, desert, mountains, lakes, fjords, and forests.  Chile was under Inca rule until colonized by the Spanish in the 16th century.  It was also under a military dictatorship (1973-1990) which left over 3,000 people dead or missing.

Finally a few interesting factoids:
  • Chile has one of the longest recorded dry spells in world history: it did not rain in the Atacama Desert for 40 years.
  • There are over 1300 volcanoes in Chile, many which are active.
  • Punta Arenas it is the southern most city on a continent in the world.
  • The meaning of the word Chile in native tongue means “Where the land Ends.”
LISTEN
Cumbia is popular throughout Hispanic America, including Chile.  The genre is a cultural African and Spanish music/dance influences.  It was originally an African courtship dance, but was then mixed with European instrumentation.  In Chile, cumbia is one of the more popular dance/music types, common at celebrations and parties.  La Noche was a popular group from the 2000s which performed a more traditional form of Chilean cumbia...if you should happen to want a listen.

EAT
It was oddly difficult to find Chilean recipes that were authentically and exclusively Chilean and not also or more prevalently Argentinian or Peruvian.  Anyways, after much researching we decide to make postre (dessert), called turron de vino (wine meringue) that we found on a blog, which featured a picture of a Chilean abuela (grandmother) making the dish.  Seemed pretty legit.

(we cut down the version slightly to serve 2)

1. Combine 3/4 cup sugar and the 1/4 cup red wine in a saucepan over moderate heat and bring to a boil to dissolve the sugar and make a syrup. Simmer uncovered until reduced in volume by about half.

 
2. Meanwhile, beat 2 egg whites in a separate bowl until stiff form. Add the wine mixture into the bowl slowly as you beat them.


3. Chill until you serve



 
Not every culinary venture can be a success, and if it is...well then you simply aren't taking enough risks.  We tried to like it, approached it with an open mind...but well, we just couldn't honestly say we were enjoying it. So a few spoonfuls was enough ;)

WATCH
We chose Motorcycle Diaries for our Chilean-set cinematic experience.  Much of the film takes place in Chile, giving a good amount of screen time to the natural beauty of the landscape and also featured bits of the music (several scenes featured community dances).  The film really gives good perspective on the diverse geography and topography of the region, including scenes in the Atacama Desert and the lake region of the country.  Not to mention it's just a great film, poetic, and historically insightful (showing the early biography of Che Guevara.    
 
READ
Finding the read for this week was easy since the infamous Pablo Neruda was Chilean.  Among other accolades, Neruda won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971.  "Ode to the Artichoke" is one of my personal favorites, but he is perhaps more known for his romantic poetry, a passage of one such poem is included below (it is more beautiful in it's original language):

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her void. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

*References:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chile 
http://truenomads.com/26-interesting-facts-about-chile/ 

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