6.22

The freedom to wander is really the best travel plan there is. We arrived in Sacabamaba on tuesday, as monday was another holiday of somesort. As I have no classes on tuesdays, I just sort of wander around. I went to my favorite little store to by chocolate milk and cookies (for 1 boliviano, p.s. im going to be 10 pounds heavier when I come back if I keep up this routine), and had the duena in a fit of laughter over my awful quechua pronunciations. I was wandering down to the greenhouses (which are about a 10 min walk from the school) in search of Profe Hernan, the Ag teacher, when I poked my head into the panderia. And there I stayed for the rest of the morning, chatting away and learning how to make bread in quantities large enough to feed a small army. There is something so beautiful about a practiced movement, no matter how simple it may be. For every one ball of dough I could somewhat adequately roll, Alyssia was rolling four - with both hands! I promised I´d come back to visit her soon... so she set aside a jar of our homemade strawberry jam just for my visits =P