Blessed boredom

Revived from a good day's rest and a relaxing twilight hymnsing (yay for Be thou my vision!!), I felt ready for today's jaunt through the market and lesson on riding the micro (Bolivian for really small bus - so small my head nearly touches the ceiling :).

At the market we purchased a small local fruit called achachairú, which has a shell that peals off and inside is a delightful cotton-candy textured flesh, with a flavor that can only be described as uniquely pleasant. However, my textual senses were not nearly as delighted at lunch time when I tasted my first ever grilled egg plant (my skin is still crawling from the sliminess...). Fortunately, the rest of my lunch was quite good.

I learned several amusing things (in addition to a lot of really useful information) from my orientation outing this morning: treasure is best buried in your bra; skirts on a windy day are not the best idea; sunshine one second does not mean it won't rain the next; and if you smell a strange pee-like odor cross the street.

This afternoon I have a session on Bolivian politics. Meanwhile I hope to use my siesta time boredom to amuse you all with some photos from my backyard :)