By Greta Traver, Tufts Global Education Ambassador, Tufts in Chile Fall ’25
Shortly after I landed in Santiago, my host family excitedly let me know that they would be having an asado, a cookout akin to a barbeque, to celebrate my arrival. After hearing that the asado would start at 3 pm, I figured that I would share a mid afternoon meal with my host family and then have some time to see some local sights in the evening. Little did I know that I would still be laughing, comparing cultures, and eating steak at 10 pm.
While in Chile, my worldview slowly switched from one of calendars and rushing from one event to another to one that valued spending however much time was needed to truly enjoy the event I was attending and develop profound relationships with the people present. Asados became so much more than a meal – they became a space to slow down and really get to know the people with whom I was sharing the food.
Asados are not the only way that Chilean culture forces you to slow down. Small stands that sell books and flowers can be found on many corners and are surrounded by tables with patrons playing chess and reading in the afternoon sun. Coffee shops stay open until late at night as they are a place for community, not just a morning dose of caffeine. Streets are lined with art and pedestrians pausing their walks to admire the ever changing works.

A Corner Flower, Book, and Art Shop in Santiago
As I learned to slow down and savor what I was doing instead of thinking about what was next on my calendar, I quickly found a deeper layer to my everyday life. Instead of pausing briefly to photograph a good sunset, Chilean culture pushed me to pause what I was doing and watch the whole of the sunset, savoring every last color in the shifting sky. While traveling around Chile, biking quickly became my favorite mode of local transit as it allowed me to pause wherever I wanted, unconstrained by bus timesheets or train schedules.

A Chilean Sunset
This mindset of slowing down to savor the people and the experiences around oneself was also a central theme of the classes I took while in Chile. In my medical anthropology class, we did the traditional class things, like readings, writings, and presentations, but we also spent a lot of time sharing stories of how our own lived experiences tied into the themes we were learning in class. While the readings made the themes clear, the stories from my classmates and the time that we spent comparing our cultures gave meaning to what we were learning. Our professor’s willingness to stray from the timeline on the syllabus deepened the course so much more than would have been possible with a fixation on the pre-planed pacing.
Going into exam week at Tufts has again reminded me just how different my paces of life abroad and in the US are. I have to consciously remind myself to pause to watch the sunsets, but it is much easier to do now that I have seen the beauty of these small spontaneous moments while abroad.















