As life begins to fall into a routine things become less chaotic, but that does not mean that things are less noticeable or in reality less humorous. Each day, at least once a day, I do something that reminds me that I am American.
-It is Winter in Bolivia. The mornings are very chilly, I will you give you that. But there is not a day that I do not come home sweaty after a long day of work and travel. Bolivians are currently wearing sweaters and mittens. I think they are doing this because they want to know what winter feels like. They have no idea.
-My ant bites still itch over a week later.
-Andrea and I are beginning to get better at cooking. Fruits and veggies are absolutely delightful to eat here in Bolivia so that is a staple. It just seems to take hours upon hours to cook. There is nothing quick at all here. I think we are getting the hang of this slowly but surely.
-Everything is an hour late. Having this knowledge is helpful. Having patience is better.
-Cheese is incredibly expensive. For those who know how much I love cheese, this is an issue. Wish I would have added that to the budget.
-Playing futbol (American Soccer) at the Center is all business. The Center is a little bit like a YMCA, but much different. I think Andrea sprained her toe yesterday.
-I wear flip flops everyday. My feet are black.
-Bolivia is pronounced Bolibia.
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