Where am I?

I keep thinking this at random intervals throughout my trip down here. It's at strange times, like when I'm standing on a beach but it's 40 degrees, or when I spent my Wednesday night drinking Escudo and talking about grilling (not actually grilling, just discussing it) with a 60 year old Chilean man. I've also tried to follow the Anthony Bourdain/ Three Sheets trail down here, and have successfully located the location where Zane Lamprey tries to make a Pisco Sour. And I'm sorry if you don't watch that show; it's on Hulu, get to work. This place:

The cat comes with your meal

But, in a more practical sense, things are going pretty well here. Classes seem easy so far, and I don't have anything on Fridays. So basically, it's freshman year at Ole Miss again.