I don't think I can ever eat a mushroom again

Thursday started even earlier than Wednesday so we were all zombies after a night out with the Chilean students. Once we were at the University we had another interesting lecture about the cultural differences in Chilean life and business. I guess nobody in Chile trusts anyone because it just ends up biting them in the rear-end. We also learned about the Chilean music and the different regions that have different types of dancing, ranging from a hula dance from the Easter Island inhabitants to a cowboy like dance from northern Chile. We had lunch again at the University and found out that at the University, Chilean students often go up to the trays that people just used to see if people left any uneaten food and even asking complete strangers (once the stranger is done eating) if they could have what is left on their plate. I have never seen anything like it but that is just another difference between our culture and theirs. After our lunch we went to a mushroom selling company and saw the whole process of how they prep their fertilizer (made of straw) and combine it with a chicken manure compost then letting it ferment so no ammonia will be in the fertilizer. Then we got to see the actual growth rooms where there were crates on top of crates of mushrooms growing in the soil and it was actually very interesting to see the different growth stages and even leading up to the packaging process. They do everything in one location so they can minimize cost, having the making of the fertilizer to the end product all packaged and ready for sale. We then headed back to the University for our second