- Got a bedspread
- Got a stock pot
- Got mosquito bites
- Made a successful batch of bread
- Kids math tutoring progress
- Spanish progress poco a poco
- Myron left his debit card in a bank machine-oops!
- Clean up never-ending puppy messes
- Got more mosquito bites
- 2nd couples small group at our place
- Made sour cream: can of crema de leche + vinegar and salt (it's not quite the same as what we are used to, but it's better than nothing!)
The link will take you to a video from my last Abasto venture. It was last Saturday
and I was trying to keep up with Pura while we made our way towards some live music (in the potato section of the market) Normally, I don't wear jewelry, or carry my purse- you don't want to flash around anything of value, but I had to get my phone out and capture a minute of it!
The first few times I went there, I felt quite emotional- not sure why. Maybe it was the onslaught to the senses. Maybe it was the realization that this was like nothing I've ever experienced before. Maybe the awful insecurity of being the gringa in the crowd and feeling very vulnerable and exposed. It's hard to say exactly. It could be all the people trying to talk to you and sell you their merchandise. (They shove pineapples, tea towels, beans, you-name-it into your face and ask if you want to buy them) Each time I've gone back, it gets better and now I actually love going. Of course the coin purse stuck in my bra for two hours is uncomfortable and I will never have the courage to go down the raw meat isle. (I fear it will make me a permanent vegetarian)
We are grateful for these new experiences and are day-by-day getting more attuned with life in Bolivia.