Z is going to stay put in Buenos Aires and keep taking Spanish here while she teaches another month of yoga at her studio. I've enrolled in a month long super-intensive Spanish course in Sucre that includes a homestay with a family, which should be interesting. In reality, it's the kind of total language/cultural immersion that I've been lacking in Buenos Aires.
I've road-tripped with climbers and toured with bands, which was fun and intense and challenging, but I've always felt a pang of regret for having not done this sooner. So, with a slimmed down backpack, a bunch of snacks, and a sturdy bladder, I'm heading north.
Inshallah. Cumbre. Mahalo.
Safe travels!
ReplyDeleteAre the blinders so you don't see people peeing in cups or something? Or so you don't see the scary cliff six inches from the bus tires?
I think it's more the latter. But Marty doesn't seem to mind that much, and we both figured it can't be as bad as our jeep ride through the Himalayas.
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Well, 36 hours turned into 48, I took three different buses, none of them the one that I paid for, and as the bus pulled away from in Potosi I could have sworn that a wheel was in fact coming off.
ReplyDeleteOh! muchas horas!!!
ReplyDeleteI was in a bus for 52 hours from Rio de Janeiro to Buenos Aires, it was HARD XD
Aprenderas buen espanol en Sucre!!!
I love stadium pal. Though I prefer the artsier version, "Filmfest colleague" (comes in black w/matching beret). If I'd read this in time, I would have said: Bueno suerte!
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