¡Hola Amigos!
Sorry for the long time waiting, I´ve been stewing over my fate and stomach pains while pontificating the future ownership of a camera, my immediate travel plans, and in general, having a miniature mental crisis over the state of my mind.
But now I am eating bubblegum! Sweet delicious, forgiving bubblegum. Oh how clarion it´s cry, how merciless it´s intestinal price.
Other than the petite perfection of tiny little gum balls, brewed somewhere with the help of all sorts of animal parts, I can´t say I have felt better than now in quite some time. I was starting to unravel pretty hard in La Paz, the physical proximity to all my dreams has thrown me for quite a loop, what I mean is, if you are unable to accomplish something when it is all around, for the taking, then it is a good moment to question what mettle you are comprised of, and what changes need to be made to ensure you can look yourself in the mirror. Not to get too ethereal, but I´m sure you can all understand.
(4 gum balls left...)
So, we were having a ton of trouble finding good spanish lessons, coupled with a ravaging tummy virus that turned all my future meals to pulp before I could even eat them, and absolutely not one solid night of sleep. The feeling I get from stress is exactly the feeling I have when I haven´t eaten. It´s a bit odd, but it means that many times in my life I spend a whole day pondering what unseen trauma could be disbalancing me, only to eat a cracker and find the world at peace. Speaking of which...
(3 gum balls left. Yum!)
So I was being woken up all sorts of times in the hostal by the doorbell, or vomiting Peruvians, or my lacerous insect bites (jungle mementos), only to be gripped by an unsavory taste of panic at the state of my life, a continuous worry that at all times may, or may not have been, entirely due to my complete lack of eating. I would then literally spin in my bed in tiny rotary circles until I fell asleep again, dutifully to repeat the process in any of the oncoming minutes. Literally, I have been a mess. It has not helped that on a very corporeal level, I have yet to make any significant headway into the goals I have for myself in this continent of personal possibility, nor have I led even one revolution. I tried to marshall the shoe-shine revolution, but to no avail, no one believes a man in canvass shoes...
(2 left! Deelicious.)
Okay then, so Jess and I fled the lovely but inhospitable-for-spanish-lessons La Paz and just recently arrived in the fabulously pretty and colonially middle class Sucre. It´s really nice on the eyes, even without the power of Illimani and the rest of the mountainous cohorts of the capital, but the buildings are all old and white and built on the blood of the poor, so it just kind of oooozes charm.
Taking lessons in the next few days, I feel fifty times better already, and oh look! I got a new, better, fancier camera for half the price back home. And you know what that means friends, medicore photography!
More tomorrow, when I describe Sucre in detail.
So good to be back, all my love, happy belated b-day to my dirtbag brother Steven,
Nick
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