This past Saturday was another Bolivian holiday as it is traditionally considered to be the coldest day of the year. The Bolivians use this holiday to burn their fields so keeping with Bolivian culture we did the same. It was by far the most intense manual labor I’ve ever done. We were actually in the flames trying to keep them from getting too high so that they didn’t reach the house or melt the casing off of the electrical wires. By the end of the morning we were all covered in soot and my arms ached from machete-ing the bushes and batting down the flames. Saturday afternoon a few of us returned to La Cancha, the outdoor market, and did some shopping for souvenirs. That evening we went out to dinner and I tried two of the traditional Bolivian dishes, Pique and Charque. Pique is beef and potatoes with vegetables, and Charque is dehydrated llama with hominy. I loved the Pique however the texture of the Charque was a little too much of a stretch for me. It was drier than beef jerky and kind of crumbled in your mouth but the taste was similar to that of beef.
| On the hike to Pirumani |
Monday I spent the morning at CDA 1
with the babies and I am quickly falling more and more in love with them. That
afternoon I slept for a few hours as I seem to have come down with a case of
Bronchitis or something along those lines and have been feverish and achy on
and off with an awful sore throat.
Tuesday morning I went to Zapatitos
an all boys orphanage that houses 35 boys ranging from elementary school age to
college students. Playing with all the little boys was my favorite thing in the
entire world. If I could I would move into Zapatitos and spend the rest of my
life teasing those sweet, sweet little boys. My favorite, a little boy named
Christian, melted my heart, as he and I became friends sitting under a table in
the dining room. We spent the first half of our time there doing a clinic for
the kids, which involved taking height and weight and inspecting their teeth.
We then did a short presentation on dental hygiene and nutrition. The rest of
the afternoon was spent spinning, tickling, and racing the little boys (which
did wonders for my Bronchitis as you can imagine). These little boys are just
so full of a contagious vigor for life and I know I have so much to learn from
them. They are all so brave and so willing to fight against the adversity that
they have already faced in their lives. That afternoon Hannah and I cleaned an
old Ambulance that they plan to begin using again. We tried really hard to convince
ourselves that the dark reddish/brown splattering everywhere was not blood but
anything else.
| Llamas |
| Walking down our street, Anacarare |
More pictures from our hike (click on them to make them bigger)


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