My last day in sucre, and although sad I am excited. It is el dia de la madre today, because in 1812 or something the mothers rose up when their men had been killed and fought off the spanish. go madres! I woke up this morning at 7 (to set the scene i have been ill for 2 days, and hadnt eaten in 48 hours, because was too scared of the horror!), was forced out of bed by my host family, taken to the grandmothers house (who is a tiny bolivian woman, always laughing, loves to be the centre of everything, loves to have the 4 generations of her family around her), and was faced with so much pink food my stomach turned. Plates full of biscuits, icecream cake, cream, some horrid lurid pink angel delight
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