I´ve been living with a Bolivian family for about a week now and it´s been a great experience. They´re super accepting of me not knowing what´s going on half the time and we´ve been having four hour conversations in the evenings as of late (they don´t speak english and I´m on caveman level for Spanish grammar right now which is hilarious for both of us).

My mom (Nona Christina) is basically your stereotypical latin mama. She´s an amazing cook and keeps everyone in line perfectly. The dad (Don Nestor) is very tranquil. I also have three sisters (Arminda, Caterine, and Silvia)who are really crazy high school students in Cochabamba. I also have a 21 year old brother (Nestor, too) who plays guitar (totally different than pop music in the US) and sings. We´ve been jamming quite a bit and I´ve learned a ton about Bolivia and Spanish from him. So far I´m beating him in the record for tricep dips on the bars outside our house, but he´s closing fast). I´ve also gotten the chance to go to the local church in Cochabamba which I can´t really begin to describe, but it´s been great. Dancing, singing, and great Bolivianos.

Bolvia Day #3

 Spanish key boards are really strange to write on for the record.  After three days in Bolivia,  I can already feel my Spanish improving.  I´ve also been injected with every vaccine known to man and am immune to everything except for bullets. 

The Bolivian people are probably the most relaxed and leisurely people I´ve ever met.  I´m very excited to move in with my host family tomorrow.  ¨Carnival¨ is going on now which is basically a time to throw globos (water balloons) at strangers.  So far the Bolivian ninos are batting .000 for hitting me thankfully.

 I´m afraid my host family is going to think of me as some strange, feeble pet from another world when I show up tomorrow with all of the precautions Peace Corps is taking with safety.  Mosquito nets, water filtering machines, etc.  But I suppose all of that is better than Chagus disease.