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Published: September 25th 2012
Sometimes I wonder if there is something wrong with. Coming to Bolivia I don't know the language or the culture, but I am not nervous at all. Any normal person would probably freak out and prepare as much as possible, but all I did was worry about my 30-hour trip to get there. On saturday I met the whole family I am now staying with and had to discover that noone speaks English. Well, my host sister knows a bit, but it's not really enough to communicate. My Spanish isn't as bad as I thought, I am able to communicate most of the time and if no words work I use my hands. They told me about a German volunteer who stayed with them and didn't speak Spanish at all, so I wasn't doing too bad. First thing I noticed was a girl (12 years) who did not sit with us at the table, but outside at an extra table. Turned out she had very bad living conditions at her home and Señora Alcira (my hostmum) as her godmother took her to live with her and have a better life. In the afternoon Andrea (my host sister) took me to the
city to exchange money. I was looking for a "Cambio", a money exchange office, but what I found was two old people sitting under umbrellas on plastic chairs holding hundreds of dollars and bolivianos in their hands and exchanging them.We walked around for a little and she showed me some of the most popular places to eat and drink. I must say the city looks really nice, I think I will like it here. In the evening I went to a dance competition two of Señora Alcira's grandsons were participating in. There were groups of around 60 people dancing to various artists. Now you might wonder: "Wow, Jo! You've already seen so much in such a short time, what was your highlight?" Was it little boys (around 8 years old) in sparkling costumes dancing to "It's raining man"? Was it the Bolivian version of Freddy Mercury, Elvis, Katy Perry, Jennifer Lopez or Micheal Jackson? Was it the fat girl trying to bellydance à la Shakira and pulling her pants up all the time? No, my dears. It was the Bolivian taxi driver singing "Psy-Gangnam Style" (but only the "Heeeey sexy lady! Opp opp opp opp oppa Gangnam Style!")
sunday my hostmom took me to a flower market with her and I learned a lot of new Spanish words concerning plants. I later met her son and went with him, his family, Mechi (the goddaughter) and Señora Alcira to a cementery. It was really beautiful. Not at all like cementeries in Germany or Poland. I wish I had taken my camera with me, but maybe next time. Everything was well taken care of and it was more like a park where families hung out with the deceased. Afterwards we ate in a restaurant and Señora Alcira acted like the typical grandma. "Joanna, màs?" "No, gracias" And my plate was full again... I will become fat, I know it. We spent the rest of the afternoon at a park where many Bolivian families were hanging out (Sunday is family day. They all get together to spend the day at different locations like restaurants or parks). There were many stray dogs running around there, but also people selling puppies for about 100€. I wondered why they prefer to spend so much money on a puppy rather than adopting one from the street. My highlight for sunday was seeing Bolivian Emos and
HipHoppers. I guess they exist everywhere.
For now I can't upload any pictures, but I'll try to do that soon.
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