July 11, 2013
A young lady who sells chickens at the mercado central chops off their heads quickly and neatly and puts them in a bowl.
The last and steepest block of the impossibly steep road to La Recoleta, a monastery that overlooks the city, is cobblestoned for traction.
We wonder if anyone here can possibly cut Jacky’s absurdly curly hair, since most Bolivians’ hair is straight as rain.
Life-size statues in a church: St. Francis holds in one hand a staff bearing figs and fig leaves and in the other a cave on a plate; a comely young lady holds a real sword and next to her stands a waist-high stone tower; the baby Jesus holds a flower basket with miniature instruments of torture dangling from it.
The chirimoya is a grapefruit-size green fruit that looks like part of a cactus; the honey-sweet, juicy white flesh is studded with large black seeds.
Our hot water heater runs on a size-D battery.