Fruity

What is life like the day after you climb a mountain? Great. You get to tell everyone your intense survival story, about how you flew to Bolivia and two days later climbed the highest mountain in Cochabamba. But the reassuring part was I wasn't even sore, or that tired. It really is the altitude that causes so much of the physical symptoms.

We kept under 9,000 feet today, but throughout the day we would glance over to our luncheon peak, Tunari, for some perspective. We went to a nicer market this morning that had fresh produce, meat and fish, and flowers. If you come by car, you can park it on a nearby street and there are people who will wash it for you while you shop. There are also kids with wheelbarrows that will transport your groceries. And some tiny ones who were in traditional garb that would dance in the street. All for the right price.
While Dad took pictures we collected any exotic fruit we could find.

See the market? 

Dad rides shotgun 

It is time to play Name that Fruit!

Who can guess what Casie is holding? Bonus point for knowing the Spanish name.

And then at 4:00pm was the meeting, so that was nice to see the Kingdom Hall and meet the congregation. It was, of course, all in Spanish but we all managed to give a comment at the Watchtower study. Afterwards a group came to Mancini's and we had dinner with the speaker and his wife.  It was quite mixed, besides the native Bolivians we had us Americans, French, Argentinian, and a Peruvian-Austrian. Even with the language and culture differences we all had plenty to talk about and had a great time. And I don't know anyone who doesn't like a good meal, that's universal. And the flan was delicious!