fond farewell

Yes, the incredible and impossible has occured. Photos have surfaced from our trip to the Salar, and so i have decided to take a moment to share the joys of our experience with you, dedicated reader.


While we didnt have an incredible amount of time before the soon-to-be-wounded stephanie took that fated jump, we managed to take advantage of our time with the salar.


yes, we did sleep in here.

My time in Bolivia has almost expired..i will be home before i know it.
While i've gone through every possible course of emotional response to this fact, i feel i've finally come to peace with it...i knew i was not going to be here forever, this was not planned as a long term trip, there is no way i could stay longer, a month more would not aleave the stress when i left.
In possession of this knowledge still, i'm sad, and appropriately so, because this city is one that has crept into my heart and my memory. i love it, i love cochabamaba and its smells and its sights. I've become attached to the particular graffiti on my street and how i can walk to any corner and buy a momento candy bar or a bag of water to tear open with my teeth as i walk through the outdoor market. i love how i can walk anywhere within downtown and that i recognize people, heck... some people even recognize me. i have participated in the life experiences of an incredibly diverse collection of families and individuals in this city...and i know that i've only even just begun to scratch the surface.
What justice can one do a continent, country, region, city, even street block in the course of 4 months? How well can i know its history and people, communication and social cues? i cannot pretend to know the first thing about this place that i have been living for so short a time.I've had but a taste but you know what?
It was good. It was really really good.