Oi vey, this last week-ish has been really busy. Last Sunday, bright and early in the morning, I hopped on a plane to La Paz. The first day, we visited the Tiwanaku ruins, which while they currently don’t look like much, were once the home of a great pre-Incan civilization
After the day at Tiwanaku, we headed to La Paz/El Alto for a few days. La Paz is an amazing sprawling city, spread throughout a large valley and surrounded by beautiful mountains (though they aren’t as snowcapped as they once were). El Alto is a city that overlooks La Paz from one of the mountains, and is home to a large number of immigrants from the countryside.
Our time in La Paz was wonderful! We got to visit the Ministry of Foreign Relations, learn about the Andean worldview, talk with the World Bank, visit famous artists such as Mamani Mamani, watch Chuquiago, the most famous Bolivian movie and talk with its director and we visited Mujeres Creando, a feminist group noted for their aggressive political action. One of the experiences that I enjoyed most was talking with law students at the Universidad Publica de El Alto and learning about each others lives. Beyond the academic stuff, La Paz has GREAT food, good salsa dancing and reggae concerts and its famous Mercado de Las Brujas (Witches’ Market) where there is some serious shopping to be done and where one can see things like llama fetuses (which are supposed to be buried while a house is being built for good luck).
Me, My Host Mom, My Host Sister and the other SIT student who lived with us |
Our time in Tocoli was busy, we ate many many many potatoes (one of the only foods that grows in the harsh mountain environment) and we participated in the daily activities of the community. For my family there, that meant herding sheep, irrigating the crops, and constructing their adobe brick contribution for the school’s new kitchen. The women there are incredibly strong (most of the men live in La Paz to work) and tend to both the children and the farms, and carry 30 pound sacks of food up the mountain like its nothing. My family was one of the highest up the mountain, and we had an amazing view of Lake Titicaca and the mountains (we could see all the way to Peru!). I even got to swim in the lake! (But really it’s freezing cold and by swim I mean that I ran in, got wet and ran out screaming, but it was great).
The people in Tocoli were amazing to us and really welcomed us (even though we often caused them to burst out laughing by doing “weird gringo things” though I’m still not really sure what exactly we did.) We finished out our trip with a stop at the Aguas Calientes, a hot spring pool, which after a few days without a shower/bathroom felt great!
It was a great trip, but I’m back in Cochabamba and back to lots and lots of schoolwork.