Monday, 4/29/13
Last night was
crazy,
Yes, it was quite
the doozie,
Because our reliable
moto cheufer,
Had a little too
much boozy.
We spent a splendid
day in town with the family, friends, and food. Eventually, we had enough and
were ready to return back to the children. We waited, and waited, and waited
some more. Our motorcycle-taxi drivers were no where to be found. After we
called again, my driver, Fernando, arrived in high spirits. I just realized
that I was smelling hops when he announced that it was his birthday and he was
celebrating with a little beer...hence the high "spirits". Well, Happy Birthday Fernando, but see you
later! I was not about to ride with this drunk just because it was his
birthday. While he went to get a friend to bring Chad, we ditched.
We definitely were
not going with them, but we did not want to offend. We walked around looking
for more taxis. There were none. Out of ideas, we coughed up the money and grabbed
a cheap hostal for the evening convinced we made the right move.
The next morning we
woke up all bushy-eyed at 5:30 a.m. We caught a taxi and were back “home” by 7.
I taught class, Chad did something important, and before we knew it, lunch was
under our noses. Delicious. Emy always makes us happy with her lunchy munchies.
Then Sam, Augustine,
and myself cleaned rice like South Americans. I hated it. I am an impatient
American that likes to work well, but really fast and efficiently. Bolivia has
not quite slowed me down yet. However, Sam and Augustine emphasized that South
Americans work better but enjoy their work the whole day. They would work, and
then sit on bags of rice and chat while I tried to get it done. They would
encourage me to touch the beautiful rice and “love it” and then sit and relax
for a while. It drives me bonkers. Where’s Chad when I need him?
However, I do like
to play soccer like Bolivians. And we all did so after work project time. That
is a South American tradition I gladly embrace.
**Keep
adventurizing!...I know I will!**
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