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Getting Comfortable in Chile

On the ten-hour flight to Santiago, Chile, I flipped through my Spanish 30 notebook in a last-minute endeavor to review as much Spanish as possible. Up until that moment, I had never traveled internationally by myself, never been to South America, and never embarked on a journey in which I had honestly no idea what to expect.

Trading Seasons, Part 2

Though Santiago is home to roughly one-third of Chile’s population, there’s a lot more to the country than just its capital. Thankfully, the David Rockefeller Center for Latin American Studies program—which has brought me to Chile—has also allowed us to experience the cultural and natural beauty of other parts of the country, in addition to those offered by Santiago.

My path as an ambassador for the arts

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star”, said Friedrich Nietzsche and while chaos is a bit extreme and I wouldn’t exactly call myself a dancing star, this quote captures the uncertainty and self-discovery that has enriched my college career thus far and my latest stop on this journey: a member of a professional ballet/contemporary dance company.

From Study Abroad Program Participant to Fulbright Scholar in Chile

In fall 2009, Harvard undergraduate Richard Coffin participated in the DRCLAS Study Abroad Program in Chile. Five years later, now as a Harvard alumnus, he returned to Santiago as a Fulbright Scholar. From March until November 2014, Coffin is part of a selective group of professionals conducting research in Chile through the prestigious Fulbright Program.

Sociological Research in Chile

As an intern at the Institute for Social Science Research (which, I quickly learned, was affectionately called ICSO for short), my main task was to create a comprehensive report on the economic elite’s attitudes towards one of Chile’s most marginalized indigenous groups, the Mapuche.

My First Experience in Latin America

As I look back to eight weeks ago, I imagine myself confidently striding through the chiquitito Dayton International Airport with an air of independence. However, as my flight to Santiago, Chile from Dayton was my first trip outside of the country, my completely unstamped passport, massive duffel bag, and I were surely doing something more like nervously plodding through the terminals.