I have no transition into this paragraph and, while that isn't particularly unusual, this is a big transition: This morning we stepped out of our building and, instead of the continuation of Humberto Primo past the cross-street there was a sea of people and umbrella-covered stalls. People sold lots of things, but predominantly knick-knacks. After fighting our way among the crowds for a few hours in the sun we swung by the fresh-pasta store that I may or may not have mentioned before but at any rate it's pretty self-explanatory so anyways we got more pasta, went to the market and the supermarket, and returned home sunburned.
As usual, after lunch my parents napped while I practiced and, afterwards we went back out. This time we didn't walk to a new section of town but picked a direction out of the market and walked in it. Even after a dozen solid blocks of crowds and colorful items the market was going strong, but we mosey-ers had spent an ample amount of time in it and were ready to return after spending a couple of minutes watching tangoing couples. Back to the supermarket for lemons, lemons, lemons, lemons and lemons which soon turned into limes, limes, limes and limes, then into the crowd. My mother had lime-destroying tendency of swinging the bag so, after rescuing one from the gutter, I took over the fruits.
The lentils we had for dinner are slightly but (I got the full spiel, now paraphrased) very distinctly different from those in Olympia, mainly because they are smaller and less mushy once cooked. We made use of the television in the kitchen to watch a comedy called 'Leap Year' while we ate and are now finding reasons to delay going to bed.
To delay I will first write about several of things that I forgot to in previous posts.
The first goes all the way back to Sucre. And, thanks Anna, I just found out that 'the search feature is limited on this blog by the owner's request' but I don't remember doing that and now I don't know how to change this. So there is a very small chance that I have already written about this. Sorry.
What I think happened is that, back before Tupiza, we planned on taking the night bus from Sucre but then somehow we didn't have tickets, I didn't post the next day, and we didn't have wifi in Tupiza. We went back to the hostel we were at and out to a really awful movie about two people running for congressman that night, and in the morning we had until 2 to go to the bus station so we went to see the 'most valuable virgin Mary in Bolivia'. There was a large museum, and we wandered for at least an hour among the grossly bejeweled reliquaries, crown things, crosses, rings, chalices and chasubles before actually coming across the virgin. She was a little disappointing. The Mary in this church is a painting that is covered with jewels and what appear to be whatever other valuables people had on them at the time, like watches. She is quite small.
If I remember correctly we had lunch after this and then headed to the bus terminal. It was about as bad as a bus terminal could be, but we were out of it pretty quickly. The bus stopped around 7 and everyone got out and bought dinner to take with them and we scoffed supremely at them because, obviously, we would be there in two hours. That was before we were on the bus for 4 more hours. I think I wrote the rest.
The other thing I forgot to mention is that, after the ballet the other night, we stopped in a small place to get some ice-cream. My parents got some banana-split-flan-cookie dish and, I don't know what the heck I was thinking, but my brain translated 'ice-cream soda' as 'rootbeer float', so was disappointed by being given a glass of ice-cream and a bottle of soda-water. The ice-cream was good alone, though.
That's basically all I can think of right now but I know that there was something involving an airport that will probably come to me at an inconvenient time.
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| Musicians and dancers getting ready |
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| Market scene--hopefuly you can see the umbrellas stretching off into the distance |
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