yikes, La Paz!
I´m in La Paz now. I´m grateful to have met someone in Copacabana who was heading the same way, ´cause this city would be pretty intimidating on my own. Last night me and three Peruvians sat under the moon and I listened to them philosophize about the Incas in Spanish. We chewed on coca leaves and gave thanks to the earth for bringing us all together.
Today, Wayra (which means "wind" in Quechua) and I sat on the bus and he gave me lessons in Spanish and Quechua. It made the bus ride that much more interesting. At one point we all had to get off the bus to take a boat across a river where the bus met us, apparently because the highway is quite dangerous. While we sat waiting, Wayra gave me the name Ch`aska which means "star" in Quechua.
Something I´m realising I really love about the culture in South America is all the romanticism. So many stories from the history here are about love and the crazy things people do for love. The love of the earth and the sky and the stars.... It´s something I find enchanting about South America.
4 comments:
I love you, Helen!
Rock on with your bad self :)
Aaah, the Bolivian highlands, I recall them fondly running from rebels seeking to poach the stone - gleaming, priceless - I had just found behind that cascading waterfall (yeah, you know the one) after two centuries of combing the jungle. I fear too much has already been said and you may be in jeopardy.
Fare thee well, maiden, in your continued journey. And remember, if you encounter chief bandito Colonel Enrico Palatso (a scoundrel if ever one existed) just blackmail him with those pictures of the goat, his sister, her fiance, their dog Poochie LaMoure, and the jello pit of doom.
wow, it sounds amazing so far! can't wait to hear about the jungle. lots of love to you Helen!!
hey girl! sounds like you are having a great adventure. i am inspired by your experiences!
take care of yourself,
justin
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