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cascade Cocoroicoooo! (Translated into Spanish!)

¡El tiempo pasa tan rápidamente! Desde mi último posteo Estuve muy ocupada. Between that put talleres preparar, put primeros contactos con los niños libraries, my flute lessons and English, plus a festival ... I have no time to aburrirme.Alegremente, if the weeks are very busy, weekends can rest. Certainly the last weekend Charlotte and I went to meet with Arnaud and Pierre (our two French friends of principle) in Coroico, a small town in the Yungas, a region north of La Paz. , Halfway between the Andes and the Amazon. We take the Friday holiday (Easter) to go from the bus Thursday night for The Peace. despite its proximity to La Paz, Coroico makes a great contrast to the Altiplano. In just three hours away, we went from 4500 to 1750m and the transformation of the landscape is perceived. As you lose altitude, dry and windy weather becomes hot and humid, the high peaks of the Altiplano bare mountains give rise to abundant vegetation medium, and the road becomes a dirt road! When we arrive at a bad Coroico surprise was waiting for us: all the hostels were full arch! We started by walking from one hostel to another, without success. Finally, the night (and rain) falling, we decided to ask for help from residents. I started going door to door explaining that even a cave we should ... And it worked! After about twenty houses, a woman finally agreed to the rent a room. Of course it was a bit more expensive than if having booked a hostel, but was either that or return to La Paz, so for us it was just milagroso.En Coroico made two trips to the mountains. The first was to take up to three large waterfalls but after two hours of walking we found a road which had a small bucket edge fed by two water jets and where you could take a dip. Then the water from the tank was running on the road and mingled with the mud brought by trucks to tourists ... In short, there was the oasis lost in the mountains we imagined! In contrast, the presence of Bolivians in the sun on the roadside he confirmed that in Bolivia, and Mexico, the weekend is still the chance to go out to family and leisure simple. It also reminded me my stay in Puebla several years ago, when every Sunday with the family we left the restaurant, to the fair, or even to the cemetery ... He must be the same in France a few years ago, in the era of large families and of mass leisure ... On Saturday night a party was organized in the central plaza We had the opportunity to attend a concert and a performance of Afro-Bolivian dance! There is a black population in Bolivia! Brought as slaves to work in the mines several centuries ago, having become the conquerors, these Africans took refuge in the Yungas and settled there! Although their dances and their music still feels the influence of African roots, are Bolivian and void. Furthermore, we are amply demonstrated in his songs his affection for the nation.
just returned to Sucre, had workshop with moms in Mesa Verde. Luckily it was Colin who was responsible for preparing the workshop. After the workshop "salad" and the workshop "peanut soup," Colin had chosen to do a workshop on the yogurt cake. " All we did well until we had to put the cakes to bake. It was then we realized that the gas cylinder (here it works with gas) the oven was empty. We went to buy another but like hose let out the gas, after a few minutes he that had spread in the air caught fire. Fortunately the librarian rushed to close the gas tap, but scared us a lot. Coline finally brought the 4 cakes to our house to cook in our oven. Tomorrow is my turn to encourage the workshop. I planned a workshop "quiches." Ojala horno.Entre work the other noteworthy events of these past days, was our stay in the hospital. Rest assured, no one got sick, it was only a step required to obtain the visa. Among a ton of other paperwork and formalities to Elodie is responsible for we had a blood test and a chest radiograph. Needed first to get a doctor's order to go next to do the blood test. One small detail: as the doctor arrived at 8 and blood sampling took place between 7 and 8, we could not do both on the same day and had to go two mornings in a row at 7. At least I won a free blood test and my tóraxDe known fact, not long ago that immigration procedures have been tightened. Must be born soon to open letter by Morales to the European two or three years ago (A short read: http://www.alterinfos.org/spip.php?article2422 ). Had written after hardening by Spain of its immigration policies and the publication of the "Return Directive". Although encouraged foreigners to go to work on its soil for several years, with such a directive Spain (and France of course) began to promote the return of migrants to their countries of origin. In his letter, Morales threatened to apply to the way European residents in Bolivia the same procedures as those suffered by the Bolivians in the Old Continent. I understand the decision to Morales. This hardening is undesirable in itself but was the only resource of Bolivians to understand our country can not do what they want with their foreign, let alone whether they have encouraged to go.

Meanwhile, I, I hate having to tinker with the administration, tried to take these steps with philosophy, telling me that I suffer the unjust policies conducted in my country. Last Tuesday was the day the child. I have not gotten to know the origin and age of this tradition but I can tell you succeed! On this occasion, we organized an afternoon recreation with the children of the four libraries operated by the association. Magali, an intern at Ayni pedagogical practice, we decided to make the game of spider web. Children should move as quickly as possible between wool yarn taut without touching them. Seemed like it. Then came the traditional brokerage career that worked well, too. Here the animators do not have much to respect safety rules and can sometimes be confusing. I, who was accustomed to have children every two minutes, and reshape the ranks to every corner of the street, I'll have to change my habits. However, legislative delusions seen in France, does well to organize activities without having to be always thinking the worst (do not think I have made organizing this career in France ... it is true, a child could fall .... And has been more than once!)
After flute classes (which just days ago), my classes of English is the second pleasure of the week. First, speaking English is good because at home we speak French almost exclusively. Then lets see again forgotten more rules, to lift my old doubts and improve my written English. I reconciled with my old ways of harassing the model pupil and teacher with questions throughout the class.

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Beyond that, the lives of seven people is going well, with its good and its bad sides. The good thing is the pleasure of feeling like a little family, go for the bread in the morning, cooking and eating together, to organize parties on the terrace, to find the friends of others or you always have someone at hand to help or listen ... The less good news is that it is difficult to isolate the days of bad blood, hard to be always listening to others when needed, or also be available to help when they had planned to do otherwise. In any case, a good point is that at a practical level in community life is going well. Although every other day a faucet starts to leak or a plug is rotated each getting a bit of yours, always ultimately be fixed (with the help of Nelly and Elodie, always alert to what we need). Last little reminder before to let them: those who want to come are welcome! Sucre is a really beautiful city and a good stage travel. I will soon be a brief description of the things to do nearby: The Salar de Uyuni, the mines of Potosi, the Cordillera de los Andes (where a lot of walking to do), the Amazon forest, La Paz, Lake Titicaca, the indigenous communities ... and I of course, they welcome with open arms and I promise as an initiation is due to the Bolivian customs and a complete tour of the city (and of its bars?). Well, Here I stand!
With love, they are all the próximaMarion

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Cocoroicooo!

Le temps a passé vite depuis mon dernier billet. Je suis well occupée. Between month ateliers à prepare my first contacts with youth libraries, my flute lessons and English, plus a few festivals ... I do not have time to get bored.

Fortunately, if the weeks are charged on weekends you can relax. Besides the weekend Charlotte and I went back and Pierre Arnaud (our two French friends of departure) has Coroico, a small village in the Yungas, a region north of La Paz. , A horse between the Andes and the Amazon. We took advantage of Friday holiday (Easter) for Thursday night from the night bus to La Paz

Despite its proximity with La Paz, Coroico is all there is more exotic. Three-hour journey, we move from 4500 to 1750 and the transformation of landscape impact. As a measure we lost altitude, the climate is dry and windy hot and humid, the peaks are peeled from the Altiplano highlands place has a luxuriant vegetation, and the paved road turns into dirt track!

When we arrived in Coroico a nasty surprise waiting for us: all the hotels were full arch! We started by walking from one hotel to another, without success. Finally, the night (and rain) falling, we finally decided to ask their help to the people. I started going door to door, explaining that even a cellar we should ... and it worked! After about twenty houses, a woman finally agreed to rent us a room. It was necessarily a little more expensive than if we had booked a hotel but it was either that or return to La Paz, so for us it was just miraculous. A

Coroico we did two nice walks in the mountains. The first was to bring us up to three large waterfalls. In fact, after a good 2 hours walking in the mountains, we led on a road along which was a small pond fed by two goals and where you could take a dip. The pond water then flowed over the road, mingling with the mud brought in by trucks tourists ... In short, it really was not the oasis in the mountains than we imagined! For cons, the presence of Bolivians on deck chairs beside the road confirmed to me that in Bolivia as in Mexico the weekend is always an opportunity to escape with the family, to the simple pleasures. It also reminded me my stay in Puebla a few years ago, when every Sunday with the whole family is was leaving the restaurant, the carnival, the fair has, or at the cemetery ... it was like being in France a few years ago, At that time many families and mass entertainment ...

Saturday evening a party was organized the centrality of Coroico. We were fortunate to attend a concert and dance Afro Bolivian! Yes, there is a black population in Bolivia! Brought as slaves to work in the mines there are several centuries after the conquistadors parties, these are African refugees in the Yungas and settled! If in their dances and their music can still feel the influence distant African roots, they are a full Bolivian. They have also amply demonstrated by their songs their commitment to the nation.

Barely back in Sucre, I shop with the mothers of Mesa Verde. Fortunately it was Colin who was responsible for preparing the workshop. After the workshop and the workshop salads peanut soup, Colin chose to do a workshop cakes fruit yogurt. In fact everything went well until the moment he took the cakes and cook or we realized that the gas cylinder (here everything works gas) oven was empty. We went to buy a new one, but the pipe was leaking, after a few minutes the gas had spread through the air caught fire. Fortunately the librarian rushed to turn off the gas tap, but it still makes us a scare. Colin finally brought the 4 cakes at home for cooking in our oven (and has put a driver back in stunning full of batter into the bus). Tomorrow is my turn to host the workshop. I planned a workshop quiches. So I pray for the oven works

Other events highlight of recent days, there was our visit to the hospital. Rest assured, no one was sick, it was just a must to get the visa. Among a bunch of other papers and proceedings Elodia are responsible to do for us, there was a blood test and chest X-ray. It must first obtain a doctor's prescription to go then do the blood test. Small detail: the doctor arrived at 8am, and having blood taken place between 7 and 8am, you could not do both on the same day and we had to come on two mornings at 7am. At least I've won a free blood test and got to know with my chest

In fact it makes little time for the migration procedures were tightened. It certainly was born as a result of the open letter by Morales to Europeans there are two or three years (A must read: http://www.alterinfos.org/spip.php?article2422 ). He had written following the tightening by Spain of its migration policies and the publication of its "Return Directive". Then she encouraged foreigners to come and work on its soil for several years, Spain (and France after him) has suddenly cut off the faucet and began to promote return home. In his letter, Morales threatened to apply to EU nationals crossing into Bolivia the same steps as those suffered by Bolivia on the old continent. Having witnessed when I lived in Spain from the galleys of my roommates Latino (illegal employment, regular outings in the country to renew a visa ...) I understand the decision to Morales. This hardening is not desirable in itself but was the only recourse for Bolivian our country has to understand they can not do what they want with strangers, let alone when they were encouraged to come
... Meanwhile, I hate having to deal with the administration, I try to take these steps in stride, telling me that I'm expenses unjust policies conducted in my country. Still, provided you have a visa soon ...

Raul, my darling has Urkupiña. He hardly speaks English, but his big smiles outweigh the floor and he is always ready for everything!

Last Tuesday, it was El dia del niño, that is to say the children's party. I failed to know the origin and age of this tradition but I can tell you that she is successful. On this occasion, we organized an afternoon recreation with the children of the four libraries managed by the association. Magali with an internal teaching internship in Ayni, we decided to make the game of spider web. Children should move as quickly as possible between the son of wool stretched without touching them. It had the air of their please. Then there was the traditional race bag worked well too. Here leaders have no real safety rules to follow and it is sometimes a bit confusing. I who was used to count the children every two minutes and to reform the ranks at every street corner, I'll have to change my habits. Nevertheless, given the legislative delusions that prevail in France, it's nice to be able to organize activities without having to constantly consider the worst (I'm not sure that would have allowed this race to organize bags France ... it's true, children could also fall ... it happened more than once).

After classes Quena (ending tomorrow), my English classes are my other great pleasure of the week. Already it feels good to speak English because the apartment we speak mostly in French. And it allows me to see a lot of rules forgotten to remove my old doubts and improve my English writing. I reconnected with my old habits model student and teacher harasses my questions length of courses. The smallest player zampoña Cultural Center Masis

If a roommate is going well, with its good and bad sides. The good is the pleasure of feeling like a little family, to fetch bread for 7 in the morning, cook and eat more than one, to hold large parties on the terrace, to meet friends from other , or always have someone on hand to help you or listen to you ... The worst is that it is hard to isolate the days of bad moods, always hard to be LISTENING other when they need it, or to make available to help when we had planned to do something else. In any case, it is a good practical level community life is going pretty well. Even if every other day a faucet starts to leak or a decision breaker trips, each person bringing a little of his own, it always ends up not being repaired.

Assia is sleeping ... Small

last reminder before you leave: those who wish are welcome! Sucre is a really beautiful city and a good stage travel. I will soon have a little description of things to see around: the Salar de Uyuni, the mines of Potosi, Cordillera Andes (which invites for great treks), the Amazon forest, La Paz, Lake Titicaca, the indigenous communities ... and me of course, that welcomes you with open arms and promises you an introduction to formal customs Bolivian and a tour of the city (and bars).





Children reunited the four libraries at the sight of a volunteer clown Lukas Argentine with whom I will set up a puppet workshop!

Come on, I stop it! Con mucho cariño, as well esten todos

Until next

Marion

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There, I conducted my first cooking workshop ... and everything went well!
On the menu: four salads, each based on a cereal (maize, rice, pasta, and starchy king of the Andes, potatoes), to which is added a different protein source (eggs, bologna, goat cheese , and the last corn and red beans, cereal and legume, eaten together, provide all the essential amino acids). Each salad was also composed of market vegetables: cucumbers, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, tomatoes ... and a specific dressing (ketchup / vinegar / red pepper, mustard / vinegar / oil, lemon / cream / avocado ...).
with Colin and Charlotte, we have prepared the ingredients, new utensils, and recipes in the tables also purchased for the occasion, and then wait for Moms! I was a little nervous at first, but everything went well Each group got to make a salad, sometimes asking for advice on the size you should take the buckets of vegetables, or the dosage of vinaigrettes, but everyone involved all the way! When all was ready, we arranged the buffet tables to 'prove' together (I say try because it was the 5, so a little early for us to eat, but here it seems quite normal to make a fourth meal in the evening ... We'll have to get used). Each one had a little bit of salad, and some even paid a weight to carry home leftovers. All seemed determined to repeat the experience next week, but will be they who proposed a plate. Apparently, we will teach how to do the bowl, that is the peanut soup. In fact, this soup is part of the food consumed daily. Most of the time served as input, but also sometimes as a main dish soups are much more consistent than ours. A cereal and comprising most of the time meat are thicker than our soups of pureed vegetables. By contrast, the salads are rare and are not considered as complete meals often are composed of grated vegetables (onion, carrots, tomatoes) and accompany the meat and cereals or potatoes!
Are these different visions that make the exchange is successful! I think the promotion of health before going through a ton of nutritional advice, must pass through the promotion of taste and pleasure of cooking. I stopped thinking it would be inappropriate to international cooking workshops. Now I think these should be accompanied by Bolivian food shops (I was afraid of falling into "eaten as I'm more healthy "). In short, everything depends on the way to address this issue! The workshops can give each other ideas, to take pleasure in cooking while caring for the balance of the menus.
In fact, I think that here as in France, people are cooking less and less not because they lack the taste for good things but by the lack of "basic culinary knowledge, and the same is connected to a loss of food references. Just questioning children (French and Bolivian) on the origin of what they eat to realize the gulf has widened between new and old generations. Most of our parents still had relatives peasants, contact with nature. Now, industrialization broke this essential link. In France, AMAPs and enthusiasm for organic products is born by the fear of long-term consequences of extensive and intensive agriculture, which produces for the masses more and more processed products, and thus far is their "roots."
Bolivia remains a poor country where the rural exodus is recent and massive. A former food shortages were added problems of poor eating habits. Children, pregnant women and young mothers are most affected. In the city, a large proportion of the population is living in a situation chronic poverty. Despite a very high unemployment rate in cities, many farmers are leaving their camps where living conditions have continued to worsen. The prospect of finding work and benefit from better living conditions encourages them to broaden the poor outskirts of cities, the same which are implanted Ayni libraries. When one goes to libraries, it becomes the difference in living standards between the center of Sucre and its suburbs with streets bordered by waste.
To move to happier subjects, let me tell you the last weekend!
On Saturday we visited the cemetery of Sucre, known as one of the most Latin America beautiful. Despite its colonial style, we need to recognize that it is quite original. For a few pesos, a child made us a tour of mausoleums of presidents of the nineteenth century erected at the entrance. He showed us the memorial built in commemoration of the conflict that chained the transfer of the Capitalia from Sucre to La Paz. Commemorates the death of 27 students massacred 400 peasants when celebrated in two villages in the region of Chuquisaca. The farmers would have cut the heads of the students and their ears to make necklaces. Then they would have drunk the blood of their skulls. Following this sad episode, and La Paz had won while carving and economic power, the government decided to transfer. Small paradox: the monument consists of a statue of the Motherland, a symbol of national unity, crowned by a broken column means that the conflict between Sucre and La Paz is not over! In fact, (and it is my great despair), many of Sucre are upset with Evo Morales Why? Mainly because of conflict between Sucre and La Paz for the "Capitalia", ie the title of capital of Bolivia. In summary, the judiciary is in Sucre, but the government is based in La Paz, which involves many logistical complications. The problem is that none of the two cities are willing to give up his title, that pays more than the prestige, jobs ... Parades "by Capitalia 'are frequent in Sucre but leaves soon to be interesting to see that the seemingly endless conflict.
Saturday night we went to the farewell of two French volunteers who worked to Nantes, a friend of Ayni association that deals with working children in the center of Sucre. Summary: Bolivians are well revelers! Unlike Europe, but not often take when they drink, take loooong! Mickaël and Marie (the two volunteers to be) had expected a baril of chicha, a corn-based alcohol, peanuts and fruits, with particular taste, widely consumed here. For us, French used to perfect hygiene, the baril hinted insects and other ID (waste not identified) to float in, but taken by the atmosphere and after a few glasses of appetizer, swayed me. And needless to say that when you have your tutumi Bolivia chicha (bowl made from the shell of a tropical fruit), it is difficult to reject the offer. Then need to soak in the liquid lips and pretend if you took a big gulp). There was also a small band of Bolivian music with flutes, panpipes and charango (small guitar 8 string, originally equipped with an armadillo shell). They played a good part of the night while we farandoles around them. We talked until dawn and find enough people, we invite our turn home the following Friday. It will be our first party in the department. Maybe start by making a K'oa in the afternoon with the library staff (kind of barbecue accompanied by Andean rituals to honor the Pachamama, and then continue with a party "normal." We pretty quickly release the oven I went buy today with Max (not hide them to have an oven here is a luxury ... but as we started to get tired of always eating the same thing, we decided to invest all together)! We plan to make homemade pizzas and quiches to train at the next hearing workshops! It is rather long
then here I stand. Thanks for your emails, do what I can to answer them all. Hope you are well and think of you! Beware
. Hugs Marion

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First workshop and first encounters

Ça and est, j'ai mon premier atelier Mene-cuisine ... et ça s'est passé well!
Au menu: quatre salades, chacun sur une base cereal (maïs, riz, pâtes, et le roi des Andes starchy, the pomme de terre), à laquelle s'ajoutait source of protein binds Different (œuf, mortadella, feta cheese, and most recently, I played on the complementation of maize with beans, a cereal and legume, eaten together, provide all the essential amino acids)! Each salad was also composed of market vegetables: peppers, carrots, cauliflower, broccoli, cucumbers, tomatoes and a vinaigrette ... specific (ketchup / vinegar / red pepper, mustard / vinegar / oil, lemon / sour cream / avocado ... ).

with Colin and Charlotte, we have prepared ingredients, new utensils, and recipes on tables also purchased brand new for the occasion, and then we waited for the moms! I was a little nervous at first but everything went well. Each group has managed to make his salad, asking some advice about the size that would have the cubes of vegetables or salad dressings on the dosage, but all have participated until the end! When everything was ready, we have prepared the buffet tables to "taste" together (I say taste because it was 17H, and therefore a bit early for us to eat, but here it looks pretty normal to make a fourth meal in the afternoon ... we will have to get used!). Each had a little of each salad and some have even repaid one peso to take leftovers home. All have appeared determined to repeat the experience next week, but this time, it is who will offer a plate. A priori, we will learn the sopa de mani, ie the peanut soup. In fact the soup here is part of the food consumed daily. Often served as a starter, but also sometimes as a main dish, this soup is much richer than ours. A cereal and comprising mostly of meat, they are much thicker and dense than our mixed vegetable soup. Conversely, the salads are rare and are not considered food. They often consist of shredded vegetables (onion, carrots, tomatoes) and serve as an accompaniment to meat and grain or potato earth!
These are different visions that make fruitful exchange! I believe that the promotion of health before going through tons of nutritional advice and must pass through the promotion of taste and pleasure of cooking! I stopped thinking it was inappropriate to do workshops with international cuisine, but provided they are accompanied by Bolivian cooking classes (I was afraid of falling into the "eat it like me cleaner "). In fact, everything depends on the approach to the thing! The workshops help to give each other ideas, to take pleasure in cooking, while taking care to balance menus.

In fact, I think that in France, as here, people are cooking less and less not for lack of taste for good things but for lack of "basic knowledge" itself due to disorientation . You only question the child (or Bolivian French) about the origin of what they eat to be aware of the gulf has widened between new and old generations. Most of our parents still had peasant parents in direct contact with nature. Now, industrialization has broken this vital link. In France, the AMAP and the craze for organic products were born of the fear of long-term consequences of the expansive and intensive agriculture, which produces products for the masses more and more processed, and therefore away from their "roots".

Bolivia remains a poor country, where rural depopulation is a recent and massive. Nutritional deficiencies were added the old problems of junk food. Children, pregnant women and young mothers are most affected. In the city, much of the population still live in chronic poverty. Despite high vacancy rates in cities, Many farmers continue to leave the countryside where living conditions have steadily deteriorated. The prospect of finding work and enjoy better living conditions lead them to poor neighborhoods of cities, even where they are located libraries Ayni. When one goes to libraries, we feel the difference in living standards between the center of Sucre and its surrounding districts with streets lined with garbage and shacks.

These are strange graves in the cemetery floors of Sucre. They are like small microphones waves! The visitors have a key that allows them to open the small window at the grave to lay flowers and messages!

To make subjects more gays, let me tell you the last weekend!
Saturday we went to visit the cemetery of Sucre, known as one of the finest in Latin America. Despite its colonial style, we must recognize that it is quite original. For a few pesos a child we did the tour of the imposing mausoleum of the nineteenth century presidents who stand at the entrance. He also showed us the monument built in remembrance of the conflict that led to the transfer of capital from Sucre to La Paz. It commemorates the deaths of 27 students massacred by some 400 farmers while they were partying in two small villages in the region of Chuquisaca. Farmers have cut the heads of the students and their ears to make necklaces. Then they would drink the blood of their skulls. It was after this sad episode, La Paz have won the same period in size and economic power, we decided to move the government from Sucre to La Paz. Little paradox: the monument is composed of a statue of the motherland, a symbol of national unity, surmounted by a broken column means that the different between Sucre and La Paz is not resolved! In fact, (much to my despair), the sucreñses (inhabitants of Sucre) are rather hostile to Evo Morales. Why? Mainly because of conflict between Sucre and La Paz for the "capitalia", ie the title of capital of Bolivia. In summary, the judiciary is in Sucre, but the government headquarters in La Paz, which creates a lot of logistical complications. The problem is that none of the two cities is ready to give up his title, which he refers, beyond the prestige, jobs ... Parades "for the capitalia" are frequent Sugar but was quick to lose interest so this conflict seems endless.

Here are my roommates in full: Maxime, Coline, Charlotte, Charlotte, Assia, and Mickael .

Saturday evening, we went to the despedida (farewell party) of two French volunteers who worked for Nanta, an association partner Ayni workers who care for children in the center of Sucre (j ' Will certainly have the opportunity to discuss it). Appraisal: Bolivians are good partiers! Unlike us, they do not drink often but when they drink, they drink a lot! Mick and Mary (both voluntary leaving) had planned a can of chicha, an alcohol made from corn, peanut and fruit, taste, widely consumed here. For us French, accustomed to a healthy flawless, the drum was a little scary because of insects and other DNI (unidentified detritus) that floated in, but taken away by the atmosphere and after a few glasses of drink, I've been tempted. And we must say that when a Bolivian hands you his Tutume chicha (bowl made with the hull of a tropical fruit), it's hard to refuse. It is customary to dip politely lips (pretending to swallow a large mouthful anyway). There was also a small group of Bolivian music, with quenas, zampoñas (panpipes), and charango (small guitar with 8 strings, originally provided with an armadillo shell). They played a good part of the night while we were farandoles around them. We talked until dawn and met a lot of people, we invited our turn to come home next Friday. This will be our first party at the apartment. We certainly start by making a post K'oa afternoon with library staff (kind of barbecue surrounded by Andean rituals in honor of Pachamama (Mother Earth)), then this will continue with an evening "normal." We can not wait to open the oven nice that I went to buy today with Maxime (I will not deny that having an oven here is a luxury ... but as we started to get tired of eating the same thing, we decided to invest all together)! We planned to make pizzas and quiches home to train for upcoming workshops!

It's been very long so I'll stop there. Thank you for your mails, I do my best to answer everyone. I hope you are well and think well of you!

cuidense. Abrazos

Marion