Hello everyone, yes i know, i have left cochabamaba, how scary is that!
Anyway i am going to have to reminisce and go back to Cochabamba briefly. The day after paddy´s day, 8 of us went to a football match, and i have to say as someone who doesnt particularly understand or like th game, it was amazing! The atmosphere of the crowd was undescribeable and luckly Wilsterman, the cochabamba team beat Bolivar, La Paz and as the stadium was at least 7/8 from Cochabamba, the crowd went wild, letting off flares and crackers, the brass band and the drums went crazy, and there was even a minnie punch up between the 2 crowds!
Then the next weekend, i am sorry my memory is failing me and i really should look in my diARY, IF ANYTHING EXCITING HAPPENED BETWEEN THE sorry about the use of capitals!) the 2 weekends, however its a 20 min walk away, and if something did happen, i will let you know. Anyway, that saturday, wa sthe last one of some of the volunteers, more saddness and goodbyes, and we had a very enjoyable afternoon sunning ourselves by the pool. However, not so much for me as i had gone down with a cold, still have it in fact, for the last 2 days haven´t been able to speak!
Anyway, the monday after was a hectic day, especially for mummy and daddy, trying to organise flights in Sao Paolo to Cochabamba and finding that bolivian transport hardly ever runs on time! They did get there eventually and had a very realxing week with me in Cochabamba, meeting my host family and the kids at the orphanage, which was the nicest thing ever. One of the most memeorable momest has to be,when we were waiting outside the gate to be let in, i tried making convosation with a little bot called christian sitting on the other side. He is all of about 4 years old and refused to say anything apart from nodding his head. However, when we enetered and i had introduced my family to him, he took hold of my dads finger with out saying a word as we walked up the path to the entrance of the orphanage.
I then had to say goodbye to everyone, which was very upsetting, i cant believe i will probably never see those kids again, even though i have promised to myself to return in about 3 years time.
We (Alexandra, family and i) all then made our way to Sucre (eventually, after a number of delays on airplanes!), where incidentally a number of the volunteers had gone for the weekend. This was beautiful old colonial town, all painted white and i really regret not staying longer there. I have to say mummy and daddy, comparefmd to our hostal, were staying in a palace, where every room was individually designed, with lovely antique furniture and had soem lovely courtyards with little tabkes scattered around for coffee.
Sadly i must go now as have to go and meet the rents for supper and was supposed to be meeting them 30 mins ago- we´re on bolivian time here, i am sure some of you will understand what i mean!
Lots of love and i promise to update soon