1) At night in Viña (a cute beach town 2 hours out of Santiago), when I look out onto the ocean and the houses, it looks like the San Francisco Bay at night.
2) In Providencia, a part of Santiago, there is a man on the corner that I've seen waving an ambiguous-looking book and shouting various incomprehensible things about whatever organized religion he belongs to. This instantly makes me think about Yoshua (and many other characters) at Berkeley. By the way, I still can't believe he wears the same shirt every day with his name on the front (in English) and back (in Hebrew) - he either has about 20 duplicates of this shirt or a really efficient laundry system.
3) Awkward-looking tweens trying to dress and act cooler than they actually are. But then again, that's pretty much a universal occurrence.
Speaking about universalities, I've realized that no matter what country I go to, I will always see at least one old man (most likely with chicken legs) jogging on the street with horrendously short and tacky sports shorts, circa 1982. Important note: 92% of the time, this combats any sort of homesickness that is in my system at that moment. Home sweet home, baby.
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