¡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.
The smallest toilet zampoña cultural center of the Masis
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
bienHasta 
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