So on the way back from jiu jitsu the other night, I totally made friends with the cab driver, who then felt compelled to point out all the interesting sites along the way to where I live. This included bars, cafes, restaurants, etc etc etc, until finally he said "Look! That´s a charque place. Do you have charque in America?" No. No we do not.
So how many of you have heard of charque? Probably none of you. But here´s what you need to know about it: you shouldn´t eat it. Why someone would feel compelled to eat an animal as magestic, glorious, and and noble as a llama is beyond me, but apparently, it´s is the big meat around here. Mean and stupid-ness. SAVE THE LLAMAS. EAT MORE COW.
Anyway, not much interesting has happened in the last few days. For the record, monkeys apparently enjoy going up to bird cages and strangling the poor parrots. Probably the parrots annoy them. Tomorrow we are off to Toro Toro, where we get to see some sweet caves, and then have to choose whether to see dinosaur footprints or shell fossils (dinosaurs, duh). Apparently one of the caves we have to actually swim down to get to...woot!
Photography project is going well, even though one of the cameras got stolen last week. Will attempt to post pictures in the next entry.
Adios!
EDIT: Soooo, uploading pictures is not functioning, looks like you guys may have to way for photos until I get back to the US of A. I´m sorry, please don´t hate me
July 29, 2009
July 25, 2009
new friends
so here are some cool random people I´ve totally made friends with:
an old norwegian couple staying in my professor´s hotel
a crazy german man in the same hotel who wears bright red suspenders
three random british guys who freaked out when I started speaking english
an australian who keeps monkeys from strangling birds on his day off. On his regular days, he walks a puma for two and a half hours.
That´s all that´s new an interesting. My little sister just got back from Germany, and now I am Germanysick. Not homesick. Germanysick.
an old norwegian couple staying in my professor´s hotel
a crazy german man in the same hotel who wears bright red suspenders
three random british guys who freaked out when I started speaking english
an australian who keeps monkeys from strangling birds on his day off. On his regular days, he walks a puma for two and a half hours.
That´s all that´s new an interesting. My little sister just got back from Germany, and now I am Germanysick. Not homesick. Germanysick.
July 23, 2009
Rainforest Madness!
So we just got back from our three day excursion to the rainforest which was mad cool. On Monday, we went on a hike through the rainforest, saw some wild monkeys, and also had to cross a river five hundred feet up in the air in a car thingy suspended on wires. Cool but terrifying. The scariest part was when our guide had to cross the river to get the car: all he did was clip a rope to the wire, sit in it, and then pull himself one handed across the river.
Also on Monday we got to run around in this jungle park for adults (and a random four inch long ant dropped out of the sky and bit one of the adults we were with). Anyway, the park was really fun, there was a zip line that I somewhat crashed (because I didn´t understand the explanation of the breaks), and then swings. Which were terrifying. They were suspended from trees way way high, and you had to sit on this little piece of wood and then put the safety harness (read: piece of rope) under your arm pits. I only did the four meter one, but some kids in the group did an eighteen meter one. Imagine jumping off a five story building, sitting on a little piece of wood, in a park you know has never been inspected for safety. That´s why I only did the little one.
On Tuesday we ran around to some farms, which did not have animals and were therefore not nearly as cool as I had hoped. But we did go to the national ant drug police people, who told us in depth how to make cocaine. This is not joke.
Wednesday was cooler, we went to a monkey park, and I PET A SPIDER MONKEY. There were also parrots and things, and I made friends with the Australian volunteer dude who was keeping the monkeys from strangling the birds. Then we got to hike through more rainforest, down to a waterfall that I jumped in.
The best part of Wednesday was when a spider monkey (with a baby hanging onto it´s back) got onto the bus and proceeded to run around before stealing a guy´s sandwich and jumping out the window.
The story of the day is a play in two parts, taking place in our crappy hotel (thanks Rutgers) on Tuesday night.
Characters:
Tina--a particularly awesome invidual
Patricia--Tina´s overly patient roommate
Robin--Tina´s more than slightly intoxicated friend
Angry Hotel Lady
Rainforest Ants
Act I: In which Tina returns to her room at two in the morning to find hundreds of Rainforest Ants in her bed and all over her stuff. Tina promptly freaks out, cannot deal with said ants. Poor Patricia (who just wants to go to sleep) offers to take the ant bed but Tina cannot allow her, and makes Angry Hotel Lady de-ant the entire room.
Act II: In which Robin, in his state of drunkness, decides that as an american, he has to live up to Good Latin Guy standards, and freaks out because he does not want Tina and Patricia sleeping in the room with de-ant fumes. He insists that Tina and Patricia switch rooms with him and his roommate, which they eventually do.
Moral of the story: Tina likes the rainforest, but not when it crawls all over the sheets by the hundreds.
Also on Monday we got to run around in this jungle park for adults (and a random four inch long ant dropped out of the sky and bit one of the adults we were with). Anyway, the park was really fun, there was a zip line that I somewhat crashed (because I didn´t understand the explanation of the breaks), and then swings. Which were terrifying. They were suspended from trees way way high, and you had to sit on this little piece of wood and then put the safety harness (read: piece of rope) under your arm pits. I only did the four meter one, but some kids in the group did an eighteen meter one. Imagine jumping off a five story building, sitting on a little piece of wood, in a park you know has never been inspected for safety. That´s why I only did the little one.
On Tuesday we ran around to some farms, which did not have animals and were therefore not nearly as cool as I had hoped. But we did go to the national ant drug police people, who told us in depth how to make cocaine. This is not joke.
Wednesday was cooler, we went to a monkey park, and I PET A SPIDER MONKEY. There were also parrots and things, and I made friends with the Australian volunteer dude who was keeping the monkeys from strangling the birds. Then we got to hike through more rainforest, down to a waterfall that I jumped in.
The best part of Wednesday was when a spider monkey (with a baby hanging onto it´s back) got onto the bus and proceeded to run around before stealing a guy´s sandwich and jumping out the window.
The story of the day is a play in two parts, taking place in our crappy hotel (thanks Rutgers) on Tuesday night.
Characters:
Tina--a particularly awesome invidual
Patricia--Tina´s overly patient roommate
Robin--Tina´s more than slightly intoxicated friend
Angry Hotel Lady
Rainforest Ants
Act I: In which Tina returns to her room at two in the morning to find hundreds of Rainforest Ants in her bed and all over her stuff. Tina promptly freaks out, cannot deal with said ants. Poor Patricia (who just wants to go to sleep) offers to take the ant bed but Tina cannot allow her, and makes Angry Hotel Lady de-ant the entire room.
Act II: In which Robin, in his state of drunkness, decides that as an american, he has to live up to Good Latin Guy standards, and freaks out because he does not want Tina and Patricia sleeping in the room with de-ant fumes. He insists that Tina and Patricia switch rooms with him and his roommate, which they eventually do.
Moral of the story: Tina likes the rainforest, but not when it crawls all over the sheets by the hundreds.
July 20, 2009
PPBBs, or, How I Got My Ass Groped By A Fourteen Year Old Bolivian Boy
so! much has happened since I last wrote (sorry, but lack of internet kind of puts a damper on your blog.) Here are some things in a nutshell:
1) We saw Harry Potter at midnight (hells yes). Not a very good movie, and dumbledore's death sequence was somewhat ruined by the fact that the girl next to us was loudly on her phone talking about her bedroom door.
2) I got super sick two nights ago, wound up in a bolivian hospital (lovely) where I got an IV because I was throwing up water. Moral of the story: hospitals suck no matter where you are, but I feel much better now.
3) We're currently in the rainforest! And it's awesome. and on the way here, I SAW A LLAMA. HA.
So here's the story of how I got my ass groped:
The day after Harry Potter, two of the other girls in the program and I had just walked out of a restaurant after lunch when we ran into a kid we know from the barrio. He works shining shoes, and we felt bad for him, so when he asked if we could buy him food, I told him yes. we sat him down, and he ordered a plate of food. I was feeling really sick (pre-sick to whatever made me go to the hospital), so I wound up leaving early, and a few moments later, Patricia had to go to class. so it was just Jovanna with this kid.
I took the bus all of two blocks, but felt so guilty about leaving her alone with the kid, that I got off and walked all the way back. On my way, I called her. "You're going to hate me," she said. "Why?" I asked. "Because there's more of them." As it turned out, three other kids had wandered by, and Jovanna, feeling sorry for them, had let them order food too. The bill wound up being almost 150 bolivianos (divide by seven for dollars), but a random guy next to us (who turned out to be from PA) thought it was so nice, that he picked up the tab. Yay, random acts of kindness! So Jovanna and I bought them ice cream.
Now, here's what you need to know about bolivians. In my personal experience, they are much more touchy feely than americans. Especially the pre-pubescent ones (who, for the record, are much nicer than their German counterparts). For example, the kids at the orphanage will throw an arm around you for no reason, climb in your, lap, etc etc etc. so when the shoe-shine boy next to me put a hand on my knee, I wasn't entirely bothered. We were all having a conversation and talking about how much money they make a day (30 bolivianos--divide by 7), and so on and so forth. So I wasn't really paying attention, and he was very sweet, and again, I wasn't really bothered when he ran a hand down my leg. I was, however, more than bothered when he said to another boy "And this one's name is Tina," and grabbed my ass.
The worst part was that I couldn't say anything about it, because I didn't want to offend anyone (I realize that logic is faulty. I was buying a street kid ice cream, he grabbed my ass, and I didn't want to make him sad by saying anything about it. I know that's retarded. I KNOW. But that's the way it is). Anyway, he got ice cream and a bit more, but if it made him happy, whatever I guess.
1) We saw Harry Potter at midnight (hells yes). Not a very good movie, and dumbledore's death sequence was somewhat ruined by the fact that the girl next to us was loudly on her phone talking about her bedroom door.
2) I got super sick two nights ago, wound up in a bolivian hospital (lovely) where I got an IV because I was throwing up water. Moral of the story: hospitals suck no matter where you are, but I feel much better now.
3) We're currently in the rainforest! And it's awesome. and on the way here, I SAW A LLAMA. HA.
So here's the story of how I got my ass groped:
The day after Harry Potter, two of the other girls in the program and I had just walked out of a restaurant after lunch when we ran into a kid we know from the barrio. He works shining shoes, and we felt bad for him, so when he asked if we could buy him food, I told him yes. we sat him down, and he ordered a plate of food. I was feeling really sick (pre-sick to whatever made me go to the hospital), so I wound up leaving early, and a few moments later, Patricia had to go to class. so it was just Jovanna with this kid.
I took the bus all of two blocks, but felt so guilty about leaving her alone with the kid, that I got off and walked all the way back. On my way, I called her. "You're going to hate me," she said. "Why?" I asked. "Because there's more of them." As it turned out, three other kids had wandered by, and Jovanna, feeling sorry for them, had let them order food too. The bill wound up being almost 150 bolivianos (divide by seven for dollars), but a random guy next to us (who turned out to be from PA) thought it was so nice, that he picked up the tab. Yay, random acts of kindness! So Jovanna and I bought them ice cream.
Now, here's what you need to know about bolivians. In my personal experience, they are much more touchy feely than americans. Especially the pre-pubescent ones (who, for the record, are much nicer than their German counterparts). For example, the kids at the orphanage will throw an arm around you for no reason, climb in your, lap, etc etc etc. so when the shoe-shine boy next to me put a hand on my knee, I wasn't entirely bothered. We were all having a conversation and talking about how much money they make a day (30 bolivianos--divide by 7), and so on and so forth. So I wasn't really paying attention, and he was very sweet, and again, I wasn't really bothered when he ran a hand down my leg. I was, however, more than bothered when he said to another boy "And this one's name is Tina," and grabbed my ass.
The worst part was that I couldn't say anything about it, because I didn't want to offend anyone (I realize that logic is faulty. I was buying a street kid ice cream, he grabbed my ass, and I didn't want to make him sad by saying anything about it. I know that's retarded. I KNOW. But that's the way it is). Anyway, he got ice cream and a bit more, but if it made him happy, whatever I guess.
July 9, 2009
Some things
Here are Three Things That Are Really Easy To get Used To About Bolivia
1) Dogs.
Dogs are everywhere. Seriously, everywhere. Evil, dirty, mangy mutts rooting around in garbage cans, attacking your taxi, and fighting really loudly right outside your window at two in the morning. It´s actually pretty sad, but my host dad explained to me that most of them are born and die on the streets. Despite the fact that they´re completely wild, I still want to pet them.
2) The sidewalks.
Walking in Cochabamba is an adventure. If the sidewalk is paved (which it may or may not be), you can rest assured that giant sections of it will be jutting out of the ground, sinking into giant potholes, crumbling into loose rocks, being buried under giant piles of dirt or bricks, or just not there. Surprisingly, it´s not so bad to get used to.
3) The traffic.
The amount of cars and buses and motorcycles that manage to cram themselves into the streets is actually pretty amazing. You´ve got to give them credit. Even New York City would be jealous, I think.
Here are Three Things That Are Impossible To Get Used To About Bolivia
1) The traffic.
While the sheer volume of traffic isn´t hard to get used to, the complete ridiculousness of the drivers is. Try being on a crowded bus, standing in the open door (because the buses don´t close them) as you´re blasting down an alley at forty miles an hour and passing another bus with less than three inches to spare. No seriously. Try it. You´ll like it. You think I´m exaggerating? I think you haven´t been to Bolivia.
2) Not throwing the toiler paper in the toilet.
It´s just weird. I´m sorry. But the Bolivian plumbing system apparently blows and as a result, you have to throw toilet paper into a little trash can that´s right next to the toilet. I DO NOT LIKE THIS.
3) The mannequins.
I hate the mannequins. I hate them I hate them I HATE THEM. First off, they´re everywhere, second off, they look SO REAL and third they are SO CREEPY. You know what´s not fun? Turning around only to find the American you though was behind you is actually a mannequin with dreadlocks and his tongue out, leering at you. They leer. They fucking leer. And I hate them.
In other news: yucca is the most delicious thing ever. I finally figured out why I can´t understand anything the maid says: because she has a thick aymara accent. My little sister is seriously 8 months old. Don´t get into unmarked taxis. I successfully haggled with a quechua lady.
Adios!
1) Dogs.
Dogs are everywhere. Seriously, everywhere. Evil, dirty, mangy mutts rooting around in garbage cans, attacking your taxi, and fighting really loudly right outside your window at two in the morning. It´s actually pretty sad, but my host dad explained to me that most of them are born and die on the streets. Despite the fact that they´re completely wild, I still want to pet them.
2) The sidewalks.
Walking in Cochabamba is an adventure. If the sidewalk is paved (which it may or may not be), you can rest assured that giant sections of it will be jutting out of the ground, sinking into giant potholes, crumbling into loose rocks, being buried under giant piles of dirt or bricks, or just not there. Surprisingly, it´s not so bad to get used to.
3) The traffic.
The amount of cars and buses and motorcycles that manage to cram themselves into the streets is actually pretty amazing. You´ve got to give them credit. Even New York City would be jealous, I think.
Here are Three Things That Are Impossible To Get Used To About Bolivia
1) The traffic.
While the sheer volume of traffic isn´t hard to get used to, the complete ridiculousness of the drivers is. Try being on a crowded bus, standing in the open door (because the buses don´t close them) as you´re blasting down an alley at forty miles an hour and passing another bus with less than three inches to spare. No seriously. Try it. You´ll like it. You think I´m exaggerating? I think you haven´t been to Bolivia.
2) Not throwing the toiler paper in the toilet.
It´s just weird. I´m sorry. But the Bolivian plumbing system apparently blows and as a result, you have to throw toilet paper into a little trash can that´s right next to the toilet. I DO NOT LIKE THIS.
3) The mannequins.
I hate the mannequins. I hate them I hate them I HATE THEM. First off, they´re everywhere, second off, they look SO REAL and third they are SO CREEPY. You know what´s not fun? Turning around only to find the American you though was behind you is actually a mannequin with dreadlocks and his tongue out, leering at you. They leer. They fucking leer. And I hate them.
In other news: yucca is the most delicious thing ever. I finally figured out why I can´t understand anything the maid says: because she has a thick aymara accent. My little sister is seriously 8 months old. Don´t get into unmarked taxis. I successfully haggled with a quechua lady.
Adios!
this is why you don´t get into an unmarked taxi
because the asshole will rip you off, and then drop you ten blocks from where you´re actually supposed to be.
urgh.
urgh.
July 7, 2009
some serious update-ness
sorry in advance, this one is going to be way long, I´ve done way stuff since the last entry.
so, reason for extended absence, my family has internet but my computer can´t configure to it for whatever reason, so I´m in my professors hotel. i just got back from the orphanage and I´m 45 minutes early to go to the barrio, so...yay free internet!
okay! so! things that have happened!
1) we left santa cruz on the 3rd and flew to cochabamba. the night before I was wandering around in the hotel gift shop and totally made friends with the peruvian dude at the counter, and somehow our "hola, como esta"s turned into a two hour long spanish lesson in which he pulled random things off the shelves and taught me the words. it made me happy to know I can make friends even when I have no idea what they´re saying.
2) after flying into cochbamba, we went back to bolivia cultura (the main office of the program) and had a spanish pretest (urgh) and then an orientation on safety, not drinking the water, not getting into unmarked taxis, not getting robbed, etc etc etc. cochabamba isn´t as dangerous as I thought it would be--you just can´t be stupid.
3) then I met my family! who I love! it´s the mom, the dad, and an 8th month old girl who is SO cute. there´s also an indigenous maid which was kind of awkward because I´ve never lived in a household that could afford a maid, but she´s really nice, and we´re totally friends now. so yeah. the little girl is possibly the most adorable thing ever, and I learn way vocabulary from her because my parents are always asking "que es esto?" and she replies with whatever it is. so yeah. woot! there´s also a random british girl who I never see, but that´s okay. anyway, the first night, my family took me to a birthday party where people were doing national dances and wouldn´t stop waving potato chips in my face.
4) then we went to the barrio! half an hour ride up a mountain and then hiking up more mountain. the view is beautiful but the community is so so poor, it´s heart breaking. families get one barrel of water twice a week. the richest guy in the barrio is the president, and one of the things that makes him so rich is that he has a bathroom (read:maggot infested hole in the ground). so yeah.
about the projects:
today my group starts our service with the barrio´s womens group. i´m not entirely sure what we´re doing, but I´m under the impression it´s some kind of needlepoint. on sundays I´ll start my photography project, but since there are like fifty (no lie) kids who are interested, we´re splitting them into two groups. half go to english class, half do photography, and then they switch off. the lady in charge of my group is way excited about project, as are the other kids I´m with, so we can´t way for sunday. the only thing is, we have to supervise the kids with the cameras...or else they might get stolen/sold. it´s that sort of poverty.
in addition to the womens group, I got permission to go hang out at the orphange too--which isn´t really an orphanage, it´s a home for boys whose families can´t take care of them. most of them have wound up on the street,and more than a few have been involved in drugs. but they´re so so cute and I love it. I made friends with a bunch today when I totally busted out the mad paper crane making skills, which turned into boat making, which turned into paper airplanes, which turned into paper airplane throwing contests. at some point in there there was tic tac toe and animal drawing, and we were having so much fun, a few of us stayed for lunch. which was cow stomach. which I didn´t eat. but as soon as I walked in the dining room with my plate of (plain) rice (heehee) and entire table of kids stood up and were like "tina tina! come sti with us!" so I did. we discussed our favorite animals, favorite foods, and then somehow erupted into a game of hide-the-silverware-from-tina-and-make-her-find-it. when we left, a couple kids climbed on the roof to wave goodbye.
some more random things! the city is beautiful, everything is mad cheap, you can haggle with the little indian ladies in la cancha (the giant open air market) and I got a sweet bookbag with a llama on it. bolivia is way more coloful than america. anyway, we gain a lot in development, but we definitely, definitely, definitely, lose something too.
stories of the day:
1) I was watching baby einstein in spanish...and learning
2) while trying to explain that cochabamba was abetter city than santa cruz, I mixed up the word for better (major) with mujer, and told my parents that cochabamba is more of a woman. oops.
anyway, must run, other people are arriving! adios!
edit: oh! i forgot to mnetion how yesterday I hailed a taxi ALL BY MYSELF, told him where to go ALL BY MYSELF, and then made friends with him ALL BY MYSELF (and in spanish no less). YES.
so, reason for extended absence, my family has internet but my computer can´t configure to it for whatever reason, so I´m in my professors hotel. i just got back from the orphanage and I´m 45 minutes early to go to the barrio, so...yay free internet!
okay! so! things that have happened!
1) we left santa cruz on the 3rd and flew to cochabamba. the night before I was wandering around in the hotel gift shop and totally made friends with the peruvian dude at the counter, and somehow our "hola, como esta"s turned into a two hour long spanish lesson in which he pulled random things off the shelves and taught me the words. it made me happy to know I can make friends even when I have no idea what they´re saying.
2) after flying into cochbamba, we went back to bolivia cultura (the main office of the program) and had a spanish pretest (urgh) and then an orientation on safety, not drinking the water, not getting into unmarked taxis, not getting robbed, etc etc etc. cochabamba isn´t as dangerous as I thought it would be--you just can´t be stupid.
3) then I met my family! who I love! it´s the mom, the dad, and an 8th month old girl who is SO cute. there´s also an indigenous maid which was kind of awkward because I´ve never lived in a household that could afford a maid, but she´s really nice, and we´re totally friends now. so yeah. the little girl is possibly the most adorable thing ever, and I learn way vocabulary from her because my parents are always asking "que es esto?" and she replies with whatever it is. so yeah. woot! there´s also a random british girl who I never see, but that´s okay. anyway, the first night, my family took me to a birthday party where people were doing national dances and wouldn´t stop waving potato chips in my face.
4) then we went to the barrio! half an hour ride up a mountain and then hiking up more mountain. the view is beautiful but the community is so so poor, it´s heart breaking. families get one barrel of water twice a week. the richest guy in the barrio is the president, and one of the things that makes him so rich is that he has a bathroom (read:maggot infested hole in the ground). so yeah.
about the projects:
today my group starts our service with the barrio´s womens group. i´m not entirely sure what we´re doing, but I´m under the impression it´s some kind of needlepoint. on sundays I´ll start my photography project, but since there are like fifty (no lie) kids who are interested, we´re splitting them into two groups. half go to english class, half do photography, and then they switch off. the lady in charge of my group is way excited about project, as are the other kids I´m with, so we can´t way for sunday. the only thing is, we have to supervise the kids with the cameras...or else they might get stolen/sold. it´s that sort of poverty.
in addition to the womens group, I got permission to go hang out at the orphange too--which isn´t really an orphanage, it´s a home for boys whose families can´t take care of them. most of them have wound up on the street,and more than a few have been involved in drugs. but they´re so so cute and I love it. I made friends with a bunch today when I totally busted out the mad paper crane making skills, which turned into boat making, which turned into paper airplanes, which turned into paper airplane throwing contests. at some point in there there was tic tac toe and animal drawing, and we were having so much fun, a few of us stayed for lunch. which was cow stomach. which I didn´t eat. but as soon as I walked in the dining room with my plate of (plain) rice (heehee) and entire table of kids stood up and were like "tina tina! come sti with us!" so I did. we discussed our favorite animals, favorite foods, and then somehow erupted into a game of hide-the-silverware-from-tina-and-make-her-find-it. when we left, a couple kids climbed on the roof to wave goodbye.
some more random things! the city is beautiful, everything is mad cheap, you can haggle with the little indian ladies in la cancha (the giant open air market) and I got a sweet bookbag with a llama on it. bolivia is way more coloful than america. anyway, we gain a lot in development, but we definitely, definitely, definitely, lose something too.
stories of the day:
1) I was watching baby einstein in spanish...and learning
2) while trying to explain that cochabamba was abetter city than santa cruz, I mixed up the word for better (major) with mujer, and told my parents that cochabamba is more of a woman. oops.
anyway, must run, other people are arriving! adios!
edit: oh! i forgot to mnetion how yesterday I hailed a taxi ALL BY MYSELF, told him where to go ALL BY MYSELF, and then made friends with him ALL BY MYSELF (and in spanish no less). YES.
July 2, 2009
an excellent idea
so you know what would be a great idea? I think a really great idea would be downloading skype, buying ten dollars of skype credit, and then calling me :) (seeing as after tomorrow, I may or may not have internet)
here´s my number:
70340476
no time difference, so call me whenevs!
besonders wenn du deutsch kannst sollst du mich anrufen, vor ich die ganze Sprache vergesse(Skype-Kredit ist dafuer nuetzlich :) )
had orientation today, freaking out about lack of spanisch, off to cochabamba tomorrow, will meet family then, freaking out, yep, call me!
as a random side note, I GOT SELECTED BY THE DAAD (daad.de) TO BE AN AMBASSADOR FOR GERMAN STUDY ABROAD! yuuuuuuuuuuus! so so so excited! that means that a week after I get back from bolivia, I have to jet to new york for a weekend of training so that when I get back to Rutgers in the fall, I can successfully convince lots and lots of people to go to germany. woot!
YAY!
okay adios
here´s my number:
70340476
no time difference, so call me whenevs!
besonders wenn du deutsch kannst sollst du mich anrufen, vor ich die ganze Sprache vergesse(Skype-Kredit ist dafuer nuetzlich :) )
had orientation today, freaking out about lack of spanisch, off to cochabamba tomorrow, will meet family then, freaking out, yep, call me!
as a random side note, I GOT SELECTED BY THE DAAD (daad.de) TO BE AN AMBASSADOR FOR GERMAN STUDY ABROAD! yuuuuuuuuuuus! so so so excited! that means that a week after I get back from bolivia, I have to jet to new york for a weekend of training so that when I get back to Rutgers in the fall, I can successfully convince lots and lots of people to go to germany. woot!
YAY!
okay adios
July 1, 2009
heart bolivianos
I LOVE THE EXCHANGE RATE!
Seriously. Giant two liter bottles of water for less than a dollar. Taxi rides across town for less than two. I´ve only been here two days and I've spent less than twenty dollars, which included two taxi rides, food, and the hostel. seriously, seriously awesome.
In other news, we've moved out of the hostel and are chilling in our sweet hotel (thanks rutgers). rest of the group doesn't get here til late tonight, so i'm going to go find random things to do. adios!
Seriously. Giant two liter bottles of water for less than a dollar. Taxi rides across town for less than two. I´ve only been here two days and I've spent less than twenty dollars, which included two taxi rides, food, and the hostel. seriously, seriously awesome.
In other news, we've moved out of the hostel and are chilling in our sweet hotel (thanks rutgers). rest of the group doesn't get here til late tonight, so i'm going to go find random things to do. adios!
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