There are some hilarious things about Chile and things that make me miss home. Here’s one example: our washing machine has a “Fuzzy”setting. Everything else is in Spanish, except for this:
When I think of “fuzzy,” my cat, Harry, comes to mind:
Isn't he fuzzy?!?!
Plus, nobody has driers here so it takes 3 days to dry 
. Also, Chileans love mayonaise. I don’t know why, but each of us has inadvertendly ordered a food item (sandwich, grilled fish, bread, etc.), forgotten to ask for no mayo, and gagged at the dinner table. Yesterday when we had grilled fish the server brought bread with a big pile of… butter. Only it wasn’t butter (sorry, Steve)!
Additionally, there isn’t cheddar cheese (my favorite!) here . Only the nasty processed yellow-orange “American” cheese stuff that go on burgers. Other than that, I can buy just about everything here at the supermarket that I could at home.
The grocery store's Spanish name is "Jumbo"
But there are definitely pros, such as being able to buy an apple strudel at a bakery for $3!
Having a "flyte" (Chilean for "ghetto") moment, eating half a pie with my hands on the street in Valparaiso
Or this huge ice cream creation:
Flavors: fruits of the forest, mango, and strawberry sherbert, with a fruit and chocolate cup
