A group of friends stayed in an apartment right in front of the beach. (Yes, in fact, utter bliss.) It was martyrdom to climb up to their 10th floor, but, other than that, you won't find me complainin'.
We blew bubbles, danced to reggaeton (basically the cheapest music you can get in LatAm), flashed the people on the boardwalk, drank Coke, ate old cereal, read cheap magazines, and saw many a pretty sunset. That's one thing about the Chilean coast that nothing can replace. Every evening, you can count on the sunset.