On the road again
I've made it to Cuenca after zooming through Perú on a 27-hour bus and a 31-hour bus (both were supposed to be 26 hours). It's not as bad as it sounds -- I met a fun traveling crew made up of a Bolivian, a Colombian, a Peruvian and a German, watched a ton of bad movies dubbed in Spanish, ate chicken for two days straight and saw just about all of the surreal Peruvian coast.
Goodbyes were really hard, but in the end it did feel like the time to take off, and it's somewhat of a relief to be on the road and not just anticipating it. Just to do some sort of send-off:
Some things I learned in Bolivia:
latin american spanish in all its glory
the true meaning of FOLKdance, from and for the people
going somewhere is not so much about the destination, but about the joooouuuurney, so never ever make travel itineraries and go with the flow
patience, infinite patience in all things is a virtue
to talk openly about bowel movements
to not depend on written information or order -- that is, to always ask questions to get around
History is not easily forgotten and social revolution is more complicated than fresh faces and unexpected leaders. Pessimism, blame, disappointment after disappointment... things aren't going to be easy for Bolivia.
What I'll most miss:
family and friends
the folkdances and standard tunes that come out at every gathering and how much everyone still loves them... and that everyone knows the dances!
Quechua
speaking Spanish
egg sandwiches for 2 bs on the street corner in the middle of the night (or street food in general)
the high altitude rural night sky with more stars than imaginable
folk music - charangos, quenas, zampoñas...
taxi drivers - so friendly and talkative
being woken up every morning to eat breakfast so that I wouldn't eat alone. eating in a group and arguing during lunch.
dancing with my buddy Carlitos in the kitchen
artesanía
being called Kris (Krees), mamita, waway, kachamosa
mountains, hardcore Bolivia style
humintas, api, pastel, sopa de maní, choclo, yuca, fresh quesillo, chupando (sucking) oranges and mangos
cumbia and latin pop (no lie)
resourcefulness and the spirit of repair and do it yourself. so many people who know how to make clothes, fix a shoe, use something until it's reeeeeally broken, not just throw it out when it gets old.
And just a few of the things I'm most looking forward to back in the patria:
family and friends
cooking
hot showers and water pressure
a cat in the house and cats in general that don't carry the freaky disease that causes birth defects in women that pet them
kayak
bike
piano
dad salad, bagels, loose tea and my teapot, sourdough bread, blueberries
not being treated differently for being a woman/foreigner
the ocean