Well, this is the beginning of my third day here in Bolivia. My host family and my house are both very nice, but getting here was a different story. First we flew from Chicago to Miami . Then came the five hour layover; lucky for us there was Chili´s in the airport for that very last burger. Then we flew overnight to La Paz and were taken to the Maryknoll Missionary house there for some food and sleeping. After that we headed back to the airport for yet another flight over the mountains to Cochabamba, the city where we are living. My host mother picked me up at the airport and drove me home for a promt feeding. Needless to say, I slept for about 16 hours the next day after that craziness.
If you didn´t already guess, Bolivia is a lot different from the US. First of all everything costs about 25% of what it does in the states. For example, last night we ate at a very nice restaurant and I ordered a filet mignon. We had 3 bottles of wine between the group of us, and the whole bill came out to about $9 each (including the tip). Unheard of!
My personal favorite thing here, though, are the wild dogs. In a given day you can easily see about 50 random, ownerless hounds running around this city, sometimes in packs. Watch your step!
That´s all for now, but school starts tomorrow morning so expect some more stories then.
Dios se bendigan.
3 comments:
I fully expect that by the time you are finished there you will have those wild dogs converted and able to genuflect just like St. Francis did.
Glad you had a safe trip!
Did those wild dogs remind you of RUUUdy? Woof, Woof!
Kari
Triple K,
These dogs are far dirtier than Rudy. You might find Rudy eating out of the garbage can, but never out of the dumpster!
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