Here's what my weekend was full of: Knocking ripe mangoes out of their trees with enormous sticks and then continuing to eat the deliciously juicy fruit until we couldn't even think about it. Struggling to milk a colossal cow while being laughed at by the 14-year-old boy who successfully does it twice every day. Blazing our own trails through thick jungle plants, climbing hills of mud and trees spiderman-style, searching high and low for a non-bug-infested flower to put in my hair, walking ankle-deep in a creek with shoes and socks on, and finally seeing from afar the path we should've been on after climbing up the wrong side of the ravine.I got to go to Chulumani, Bolivia with a group of the FAI volunteers from Saturday to Monday. The group consisted of the natively English-speaking volunteers (three other Americans and three Scots) along with one recently-arrived German volunteer and Sebastian Eberhardt, the volunteer coordinator. It was a ridiculously fun time together; our 2.5 days consisted of relaxing, eating, talking, playing cards, going hiking, and getting bit by bugs. I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with each volunteer and getting to know them more.
The stunningly beautiful hostel we stayed at was owned by an older yet actively hard-working couple, American wife and Bolivian husband. I was excited to befriend Mrs. Tildy, the Washington DC-ian wife, with whom I had some awesome conversations regarding our faith and God's creativity (which was gloriously screaming in our face all weekend). I also befriended their very fat pig, Florentino.
Chulumani is in the tropical department of Bolivia, so while the pueblito is still nestled among huge mountains like La Paz is, the surroundings of Chulumani are an intense and steady green, interrupted only by the occasional river or waterfall, and speckled with bright flowers and fruits. It is truly breathtaking, and I'd be eager to return at the next chance I get.
Well, that was my wonderful weekend about a month ago, and due to me being an unforgivably inconsistent blogger, you all haven't heard about it until now. Hopefully I can redeem myself with a more recent post.
The stunningly beautiful hostel we stayed at was owned by an older yet actively hard-working couple, American wife and Bolivian husband. I was excited to befriend Mrs. Tildy, the Washington DC-ian wife, with whom I had some awesome conversations regarding our faith and God's creativity (which was gloriously screaming in our face all weekend). I also befriended their very fat pig, Florentino.
Chulumani is in the tropical department of Bolivia, so while the pueblito is still nestled among huge mountains like La Paz is, the surroundings of Chulumani are an intense and steady green, interrupted only by the occasional river or waterfall, and speckled with bright flowers and fruits. It is truly breathtaking, and I'd be eager to return at the next chance I get.
Well, that was my wonderful weekend about a month ago, and due to me being an unforgivably inconsistent blogger, you all haven't heard about it until now. Hopefully I can redeem myself with a more recent post.
Good morning how are you?
ReplyDeleteMy name is Emilio, I am a Spanish boy and I live in a town near to Madrid. I am a very interested person in knowing things so different as the culture, the way of life of the inhabitants of our planet, the fauna, the flora, and the landscapes of all the countries of the world etc. in summary, I am a person that enjoys traveling, learning and respecting people's diversity from all over the world.
I would love to travel and meet in person all the aspects above mentioned, but unfortunately as this is very expensive and my purchasing power is quite small, so I devised a way to travel with the imagination in every corner of our planet. A few years ago I started a collection of used stamps because trough them, you can see pictures about fauna, flora, monuments, landscapes etc. from all the countries. As every day is more and more difficult to get stamps, some years ago I started a new collection in order to get traditional letters addressed to me in which my goal was to get at least 1 letter from each country in the world. This modest goal is feasible to reach in the most part of countries, but unfortunately it’s impossible to achieve in other various territories for several reasons, either because they are countries at war, either because they are countries with extreme poverty or because for whatever reason the postal system is not functioning properly.
For all this I would ask you one small favour:
Would you be so kind as to send me a letter by traditional mail from Bolivia? I understand perfectly that you think that your blog is not the appropriate place to ask this, and even, is very probably that you ignore my letter, but I would call your attention to the difficulty involved in getting a letter from that country, and also I don’t know anyone neither where to write in Bolivia in order to increase my collection. a letter for me is like a little souvenir, like if I have had visited that territory with my imagination and at same time, the arrival of the letters from a country is a sign of peace and normality and an original way to promote a country in the world. My postal address is the following one:
Emilio Fernandez Esteban
Calle Valencia, 39 Bajo C
28903 Getafe (Madrid)
Spain
If you wish, you can visit my blog www.cartasenmibuzon.blogspot.com, where you can see the pictures of all the letters that I have received from whole World.
Finally I would like to thank the attention given to this letter, and whether you can help me or not, I send my best wishes for peace, health and happiness for you, your family and all your dear beings.
Yours Sincerely
Emilio Fernandez