Back up

Today is Sunday, 18 November. Since I last wrote, I lost my computer (left the suitcase in the Uber and the driver says he never saw it). A month later, my phone was stolen out of my hand as I sat next to an open window on the bus. The thief reached through the window as the bus was going slowly through the crowded street at 10:30 p.m.

I just now re-established my connection to gmail and can now resume blogging. More to come soon!

Sidetracked

3 October 2018

In my mind I have written several blog posts between now and the last one that I can see is published here. I have a blog post prepared, just waiting to upload the pictures onto the website, and then ...

I left my suitcase in the Uber car during a busy weekend in Santa Cruz. Bye bye computer. Bye bye pictures, journal entries, expensive Apple laptop, and several hundred dollars' worth of Bolivian currency. Not to mention half of my clothing (I brought very little to Bolivia in the first place), one of each of my regular shoes (I've been wearing a stabilizing boot on the hurt leg), medications and other sundry non-valuable items, but impossible to replace in Bolivia.

Instead of fun pictures from 2 months ago, now you will get only pictures from the last 2 weeks. I know it's super disappointing, not knowing what you missed. 😉

This picture is what I'm calling my birthday toad. We went to the hot springs near our home, a little town called Aguascalientes, for my birthday. We stayed the weekend in a little cabana and woke up one morning to find this guy behind the luggage. Happy birthday to me!

After the hot springs, we went to Puerto Suarez (a 3-hour drive) to attend our local congregation and discovered that the next day was a holiday (who knew?) and they were going to have a branch party at a nearby hotel. We already had our swimwear, and knowing we weren't going to be missing any school the next day, we stayed and had a valuable experience getting to know the members of the church there. (This was only our second time getting to our local church, as we have had to travel every other weekend in the opposite direction and have attended other congregations.)

Some of us are becoming very excited about having pictures taken of us doing unique and beautiful things.

 Later that week, when we were back home, I woke up one morning to find this in the yard. If you can't tell, it's a dead tarantula. I put a bottle of nail polish net to it for size context.

At the end of the week we attended a birthday party for our half-expatriate friends. The girl in the yellow is the birthday girl. Doesn't she look like she could almost be a cousin to JJ? And check out the that amazing party tree! Who wouldn't want that in their backyard?

That's all for now. Wish us luck with the suitcase.

Settling In

Friday, 30 June 2018

I took this as we were driving to Santiago. Find better pictures of this landscape here

The kids were quite
bored on the 6 hour
drive to Santiago.
Keenan sent this
picture to a friend
of his with the text:
I hate Bolivia.
Apparently the smile
is a ruse. Every time
 I ask if he's enjoying

himself, he adamantly 

denies it.

There's not much to do when you're new in town.

 

Here's the story of this next picture: When we had only been in Santiago for a day or so, we visited the Whitaker farm. We asked the teens if they wanted to go for a hike with us (see link and picture at the top of the page for what the landscape looks like). I didn't want to go because my leg is healing from a repetitive use injury, and Keenan didn't want to go because he just wanted to stop traveling around all over the place. 

I had started to walk slowly towards

home when I saw the Whitaker's 

jeep / truck coming down the road,

loaded with everyone who was going 

on the hike. I flagged them down and 

asked for a ride. Keenan got in the 

back seat / trunk area, which looked 

a little bit like a barrel of monkeys, 

but with a bit more space. There 

were Whitaker teens, Wilson 

children, and a smattering of 

more stereotypical Bolivians. 

When everyone returned home, Juliette came up to me with a sad face, but I didn't understand what she was saying. Jon came in and explained that they didn't notice that JJ was missing until they reached the trailhead, which was a 30 minute drive from where they'd started. 

Apparently, Mother Whitaker had also been unaware that Juliette had been left behind. She had been playing with the chickens so contentedly, and when Mother realized what had happened, she just let her continue to play. Although JJ was upset at having been left behind, and put on her best pouty face when she was reunited with me, she happily reported that she had performed some dances for Mother and for the customers who had come to buy milk at the farm that day. 

We have started cleaning up the property where we hope to build a home.

The previous owner is giving us tips and pointers on the house building project. Interestingly, he is an Italian who's lived in Santiago for a decade or two. He also sings in the choir.

 

 

Home Away From Home

Señor R and Señora A take care of us when we come through Santa Cruz. They're related to the owner of the hotel we are renting in Santiago. The motto of the ladies in this family seems to be "tranquility". They're always telling us to take it easy and be calm. The house always seems to be full of people: uncles, aunties, cousins, grandchildren, and friends. They really seem to enjoy taking care of each other, and us. The house is always full to overflowing when we're here and they always seem to be smiling and caring and gentle as they speak with us and with the children. They also spend plenty of time being quiet in their own rooms too! 😁

We arrived at the airport in Santa Cruz early in the morning. It was the middle of the last week in June, and we had been in Florida in the warm summer sun.

The sidewalks were wet when we left the airport, and the cool, humid air was a relief after the heat of summer.

We went immediately to R & A's home to sleep. We stayed and rested for a day, partly because we needed to buy another mattress, and partly so we could rest a little before making another long journey.

Sña. A has a granddaughter the same age as Juliette. While we were out shopping, Juliette learned that she could play just fine with someone who doesn't have any language in common with her. They were "cooking" all day, and when we asked what they were making, JJ said cake, and the other girl said beans and rice!





















Naomi came with us to buy the mattress. Before we left Utah, we had told the girls that ripped jeans wouldn't be acceptable clothing in the village. So, of course, the first day we went out to the city, we met a shop owner with some admittedly more artistically ripped jeans than I've ever seen. But ripped jeans nonetheless.

The son (Big Brother) of our host helped us buy a double cab truck. He brought it to the airport when we arrived (at 4 a.m.!) so we could manage our great pile of luggage. A couple days later, we piled back into the truck, ready for the roughly 6-hour trip from the city to our eventual home.

We arrived in Santiago on Friday, the 30th of June, at 9 p.m. The next morning, everyone immediately got to work rearranging furniture and unpacking. A friend of Jon's, who he calls his "Little Sister" helped fold all the kids' clothes and put them in the closets. What a godsend! (A brief explanation - when Jon lived here in the late 90's, he stayed with our current hostess and her family. This family includes the people I am calling "La Abuelita", "Big Brother", and "Little Sister".

We replaced one of the single beds with a bunkbed so all of the kids could sleep in the same room. They are having the time of their lives, staying up past bedtime and talking and playing. 

It was winter break when we arrived, so the kids all had plenty of time to get to know the grandkids and their friends while we went running around collecting the essentials for running a 

home.

This is our home and our hostess, La Abuelita. She has opened her kitchen to us, and regularly prepares a lunch (the main meal) large enough to include our family. She loves her yard and garden!

Our hostess' daughter (Little Sister, who is in her 20's now), has passed on her old jewelry making kits to our girls. They are in heaven, always brushing each other's hair (and mine!), putting on necklaces, threading beads onto string, and sharing earrings with their dolls. It has been a promising beginning.

Welcome to Santiago

As of today, Saturday 7 July 2018, we have been in Santiago de los Chiquitos for one week. Even though we are hoping to make this place a home for our family, I nevertheless feel like a tourist.

Our friends here in Bolivia, the Whitakers and the Bravo family, hosted a welcome party for us. The Whitakers slaughtered one of their cows and invited the village to their farm for a barbecue. 

Sadly, the weather turned extremely cold the morning of the barbecue. The temperature at one point read 66 degrees Fahrenheit, but it felt nothing like a spring day in Utah! We had left the house in the morning, not realizing what it was going to be like. As quickly as we could, we went back home and found our jackets. I put on two layers of pants, a down-filled jacket, and wool socks and I was still cold!

The turnout for the barbecue was smaller than we'd hoped, because of the cold weather and rain misting through the trees. The fire was a relief, as was the wood burning stove inside the house. Unfortunately, Juliette forgot the stove was hot as she ran past it as the party was winding down. Thankfully, our friend Rachel reacted almost as fast as Juliette did. 

Before I even knew what was happening, Rachel had JJ in the kitchen running cool water over her hand. The local doctor also was at the party, and the two of them administered first aid, including a balm the people here use all the time. By the next morning, she was back to normal, with only a mark on the skin to show for it.

Jon and I joined the choir this week and participated in a concert on Saturday evening. The musical tradition of Santiago and the surrounding villages is tied to the Jesuit priests who came several centuries ago. The priests did not have much success converting the natives to Christianity, but when they introduced music to them, the hearts of the people softened.

Now there is an international music festival held here every year. People from around the world come to celebrate Baroque manuscripts written centuries ago by native Bolivians in their own language. The region and its dialects are called Chiquiteña. The Chiquiteñan Baroque music is a fascinating juxtaposition of the so-called “civilized” Christian and the mis-labeled “savage” natives.

Another fascinating juxtaposition I experienced this week was Santiago’s equivalent of pumpkin pie. The girl who made it is the daughter of two Quakers from Indiana who own a dairy farm here in Santiago. The squash she used is called joco (ho-ko) and the locals apparently feed it to their animals. But the pie she made with it was the most delicious vegetable pie I’ve ever had. I don’t want to call it pumpkin pie, because to do so might give you the same impression of pumpkin pie that I have, which is mostly unfavorable but with a willingness to see if this time it might be different.

Jon, sadly, missed the joco pie, since he had to go to Santa Cruz to take care of our residency paperwork. When I told him about it, he said I should have demanded to have pie making lessons. I think he’s right. If I could make pies like that, I might be finally converted to the tradition of cooking as a way of nurturing others.

What is Bolivia most famous for?

What is Bolivia most famous for? I naturally have chosen things that are similar to what I know. It's not necessarily that Bolivia is all that similar to Utah, it's just that that's the filter I'm seeing through at the moment.

For pictures, please see links at the bottom of the page.

1. Salt flats - Salar de Uyuni
2. High mountains - La Paz & Cochabamba
3. El Dorado, lost city of gold, new archaeological findings in Bolivia about this legend
4. "The Lost City of Z" book - highly entertaining. You can try watching the movie, but take my word for it, the movie was boring and the book was super fun!
5. "The Jungle" book and movie with Daniel Radcliffe. The movie is almost entirely true, based on a book by an Israeli backpacker who became lost in the jungle and survived for 3 weeks, alone, before he was rescued. Again, I'd recommend the book over the movie, though the movie was good enough.
6. Lake Titicaca - highest navigable lake in the world.
7. Red Rock formations covered in jungle
8. Death Road, one of the world's most dangerous roads
9. Jesus Christ statue that is taller than any other statue of its kind, except for one in Poland.
10. Butch Cassidy, born in Beaver, Utah, died in Bolivia.


PICTURES
1. salt flats -- https://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/08/03/bolivia-salt-flats-photos_n_4689867.html
2. red rock  -- http://www.periodicolaregion.com/paso-a-paso-hacia-un-robore-sustentable/

Good Choices

With the troop of kids and the piles of baggage, we of course get a lot of looks and an occasional question. Why are we moving to Bolivia?











No answer ever really seems to satisfy people. In the end, it's really just because we *can* go and because we want to.

Another important aspect about the decision to go is that I feel good about it.

It's a blessing to have a good feeling about what you're doing with your life. There are so many opportunities to choose from, and often, in comparing your life with someone else's, it is easy to feel that you don't measure up. This is how I feel a lot of the time.

Now -- though the idea of moving to Bolivia is really an arbitrary choice -- I feel confident. I feel supported by a Father in Heaven who knows the end from the beginning. He knows we could choose some other path. And if we went another direction in life, He would be happy with that choice.

This is the path less traveled by. Doubts and anxieties nip at the edges of my thoughts. It is a great comfort to know and feel that God approves of this choice, to feel faith overcoming fear and strengthening my resolve for the difficult times that surely lie ahead.