Ultimately it was people that I remember the most from Chile. The crowd at the main square of Plaza de Armas in central Santiago. The young men playing soccer in a park on Saturday morning. The men pulling a cart laden with fruits and vegetables. People playing dress-up at a street fair. The vendor who sold me delicious grapefruit juice. The men praying in a church. The cops I mistook for ninja turtles. The laid-back young men singing up on top of Santa Lucia at dusk. ... Chileans are fun-loving, pleasant, ..., and friendly.