miércoles, 31 de octubre de 2007

October 31 - Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween!

Friday here is Todos Santos (All Saints Day). For the occasion, one of my very good friends here, Leny, and our new (rock-star) volunteer, Elliot, will be writing an article about Bolivia's Halloween and publishing it on our blog on Friday: www.democracyctr.org/blog .

What are Tanta'wawas? How is Halloween encroaching on more traditional Latin American celebrations? How is the Day of the Dead celebrated in Bolivia, anyway? It's a really neat day, so definitely check the blog on Friday!

In a follow-up from last week, here's also a picture of me and my veggie casera and another of me and my yogurt casera. My veggie casera is holding an eggplant. Don't ask.

The other big news this week is that Diana is coming on Friday to spend two weeks with me! We are very excited, and don't worry, I'm going to make her write a guest email or two (But she doesn't know that yet. Surprise Diana, and buen viaje!).

Last but not least, I'll be home in December! Here's my schedule:
Arrive in DC December 8.
Charlottesville December 9-11
San Francisco December 12-18
DC December 19 - January 7
Maybe a short trip to NY/Boston after New Year's?
So lots of moving around, but hopefully I'll get to see everyone! Email me if you want to coordinate a time to meet up!

Spanish Words of the Day, Halloween style!
Duende - Goblin
Demonio - Demon
Diablo - Devil
Diablito - Imp, little devil
Brujo/a - Witch
Hechizo - Spell
Encanto - Enchantment
Brujería - Witchcraft, sorcery
Skeleton - Esqueleto
Haunted House - Casa Embrujada, Casa Encantada
Ghost - Fantasma, Espiritu
Todos Santos - All Saints

jueves, 25 de octubre de 2007

October 25 - Caseras y Viajes

I realize I haven't written in a while. It's not for a lack of activity; I've been travelling the last few weekends - to the Chapare (tropical area) and Copacabana (home of the most beautiful blue skies, the highest navigable lake, and the best hats in the world). See pictures.


For this installment on life here, I have a story for you all about one of my favorite things about Bolivia.

When you walk down the aisles of Cochabamba's marketplaces, you are greeted by women selling produce and other goods calling out to you, "Casera, que vas a comprar?" or "Casera, que vas a llevar?" (Casera, what will you buy, what are you going to take with you?) "Casera" is a word that refers to both the buyer and the seller, as well as to the relationship between them - a relationship that goes beyond a one-time purchase.

I have a casera for my vegetables, one I buy fruit from, one for fresh-squeezed orange juice, one in the marketplace that I buy lunch from every once in a while. I have a casera for natural yogurt, a casera for artisan crafts, for changing dollars to bolivianos, and I even have a casera for buying envelopes outside the post office.

Above all, I have the closest relationship with two caseras - my veggie casera and the one I buy lunch from in the marketplace occasionally. When I don't come for a couple of weeks, they ask where I've been in a scolding tone. When I do come more frequently, their faces light up with recognition (well, okay, it's easy to spot a gringa). They treat me with special care and concern. They give me yapita (sometimes spelled ñapa) - a little something extra - an extra couple of hot peppers (locoto), parsley or celery for the soups I don't cook, or a couple of extra onions or tomatoes.

My yogurt casera is in a class of her own. Never have I met a woman so naturally overwhelmingly friendly. And she sells a mean maracuyá-flavored yogurt.

What I love about all this is the personal connection that it gives me with my food and also with the purchases that I make. My caseras have total control over their products, their prices, and, correspondingly, how much they make. They can tell me where their products come from, what's in season, if the prices are going to go up or down, and other miscellaneous tidbits of information. They ask me how my parents are, if I've been keeping healthy, and where I've been. We can have an exchange over the food, "No, nice tomatoes, not that one, yes that one!" And I can negotiate the prices, "Hey, weren't cucumbers three for 1 boliviano??" A far cry from even the most friendly, knowledgeable, and long-term supermarket cashier.

But most important of all, I stick to the most important rule - loyalty - because going to someone else for my fruits, veggies, orange juice, or maracuyá yogurt would be nothing short of a complete betrayal of the casera relationship.

lunes, 24 de septiembre de 2007

Sunday, Sept 23 - Cumpleaños y Lluvia


Today my friend Maria's little kid Sebastian (Sebas for short) had his third birthday party. He's just what a three-year-old should be - mischievous, loves Spiderman, and terrified of clowns. A few months ago, Maria asked me to be his madrina for the party, a Bolivian tradition. (She also asked me to be his godmother in general, but that involves a longer story.) I was delighted that she had asked me, and so I set to work - asking her what that would involve. In Bolivia, especially in small towns, each religious festival or fiesta each year has a different padrino or madrina, or godparent in charge of the celebration. It's a great honor for someone to be the padrino/madrina, and often requires significant economic inversion. Lucky for me, what was expected of me was far less than providing for an entire town's three-day party. I got to be in charge of getting Sebas some new clothes to wear on the big day.

[A side note: These days, many padrinos are folks that live or have citizenship abroad (are more economically well-off) and that can take some time off and come back to celebrate with their town. For example, my friend Vanesa's cousin-in-law came to Cochabamba from Arlington (with his Puerto Rican girlfriend) to visit and be the padrino of a religious celebration in a small pueblo outside the city in late August.]

So last weekend, Maria, Sebas, and I went tromping down to the Cancha, the huge open-air market just south of the center of the city. It was a hot day, and we made several stops on the way for drinks, snacks, and ice cream to keep our spirits up. Sebas, like any good three-year-old, had three-minute desires. For the first three minutes, he was dying of thirst. For the second three minutes, he was dying of hunger. For the third three minutes, he was an uncontrollable ball of energy. For the fourth three minutes, he was exhausted and needed to be carried. And then it began all over again. I thought it was amusing, but then, I see Sebas once a week at most. Maria assured me it wasn't the sugar in the ice cream, it's just what being two-almost-three was all about.

So we found some suitable clothes (a crisp new white Spiderman t-shirt with the superhero on the front and a spider with its web on the back; new brown shoes with just enough room to grow into, and some comfortable khaki-colored pants he can play in), and set off back home with Sebas asking if he could put the clothes on as soon as we got there. Maria had asked Andres to be the padrino in charge of contracting a clown to come and play with the kids that were invited (apparently fairly common here). And she asked me for help with the cake, but since Andres' grandmother is extremely capaz at anything baking- or cooking-related, we decided that Andres and I would also contribute by baking the cake, which we did yesterday. Tres leches (condensed milk, evaporated milk, and regular milk) - it was delicious.

So today, at first, all went according to plan. Even Sebas, who's normally terrified of clowns, kept giggling and turning to me and saying "Que chistoso!" in spite of himself. Attendance was a bit on the lighter side (Maria's family was prepared for the biggest-case-scenario), but we all had a great time. The clown had everyone laughing, the cake was delicious, as were the salteñas (stew in a hot-pocket - the Bolivian mid-morning snack). I saved Sebas from dripping the salteña juice all over his clothes, which stayed remarkably clean all day. But then - just as the kids were done playing with their new balloon animals and were about to have at the piñata - it started to rain. It wasn't just the drizzles we've been getting from the clouds that have come up over the mountains. This was a DOWNPOUR. Hail and everything. Fortunately, Maria's family had put up a tarp to provide shade over one area. Everyone crowded under it for protection from the rain as we quickly rushed through the piñata. Then we all got herded inside for presents. We watched it go from pouring to lightening up to pouring over and over again. As I sat inside waiting for a break in the storm long enough to walk home, the clown left, as did many of the guests (the party was wrapping up anyway), while Sebas and a few of the kids who remained played with his new toys. But it was quite a way to experience one of the first real rains of spring!

[Attached is a picture of the clown, me, Maria and Sebas, and Andres.]

The other news: I moved, to a sweet new house (you'll have to wait til next email for a picture) further away from the city. That means more peace, a quiet neighborhood, and more using the office bicycle, which I really couldn't justify for my 5-block walk from Chichi's house. It also means I'm closer to Tai Chi (Ismael's house), my friend Maria's house, the bike path that circles the city, the northern hills that look down on Cochabamba, and the trufis and micros that go up to the small community in Tiquipaya I went to for my Independent Study Project back in the day. Speaking of which, I went back to the community last weekend and took the path up through the northern hills to a nearby river where an old water-run mill used to be located. Brambles aside, it was a beautiful hike and reminded me that yes, I am right smack in the middle of the Andes (and they call these foothills).

Cochabamba Day was September 14th. Happy Cochabamba Day! Also, the first day of Spring (Friday) was celebrated by the shutdown of the main artery in the city, the Prado, so that plant vendors could set up along the sides. Made me think we should petition to DC authorities to shut down Constitution Avenue in DC on the first day of spring. Forget the government, we need to buy plants!

Spanish words of the day:
Birthday - Cumpleaños
Happy Birthday! - Feliz Cumpleaños!
Spiderman - Hombre Araña "Ohm-breh Ah-ran-ya"
Spiderman as said by Sebas - "Oh-meh eye-on-ya"
pueblo - between town and village
capaz - good at something, like capable
tres leches - literally, three milks
"Que chistoso!" - How funny!
lluvia torrencial - torrential rain
Madrina - godmother or a sponsor-of-sorts
Padrino - godfather or a sponsor-of-sorts
Cake - torta
"Que muerda!" - "Bite it [the cake]!" (Another Bolivian tradition, after you blow out the candle, you bite the cake, and someone pushes your head so you come up with a face full of frosting. Sebas did not humor us in that request.)

miércoles, 5 de septiembre de 2007

La Primavera Ya Viene!


Dear all,

A couple of Fridays ago, I came home to find rose petals strewn across my front steps. I was puzzled to say the least. I cocked my head to one side, furrowed my brow, and leaned a little closer, when another petal landed on the step directly above the other. When I tilted my head back, I couldn't help but laugh at what I saw.

After months of Cochabamba's dry season, the earth has begun to warm up. I no longer need my jacket after the sun goes down. We have been planting new seedlings and sprouting plants in the windowboxes on the balcony at work. And the tall rose bush that stands guard outside the front door to my house has begun to sprout buds and bloom.

Within three days, the thorny, thick-stemmed bush that I had never paid much attention to went from green and pink buds - to dropping velvety rose petals onto the steps leading to my front door. When I looked up on that Friday night, what I saw was the bright red and almost orangey pink rose flowers, illuminated by streetlamps and silouetted against the deep blue sky of dusk. Absolutely beautiful.

The next stage of spring comes with the rains. In the last week, clouds have begun appearing, entering the Cochabamba valley over the highest nearby peak, Mt. Tunari, which sits northeast of the city. I can't wait for a true, good rain, but we did get a few drops this evening. I can't believe the entire month of August went by without a single thunderstorm. Where am I!?

The temperature difference between winter and summer here is not nearly as bad as in DC (in Cochabamba, mid-day temperatures in the sun get up to t-shirt weather - even in the middle of winter). Still though, I've gotten into it. In the spirit of "spring cleaning", I got my hair cut (see photo) and decided to move to a sunnier, more peaceful spot further away from the center of the city. (Though Jose Miguel is back from Chile, so I'm no longer the only one in the house.) I move in to the new place next week, and I'll send another update once I do.

In the meantime, to all of you who are still suffering from the end of a hot, muggy summer - cheer up - the sun's coming this way these days.

Spanish words of the day
la primavera - spring
el verano - summer
epoca de lluvia - rainy season
húmedo - humid
las plantas - plants
las flores - flowers
la rosa - rose
el pétalo - petal
trasladarse - to move (from one house to another) - also mudarse
moverse - (more general) to move, to make an effort (to do something), also - to move it/dance "muévete muévete"

labor day - dia del trabajador - which we have on May 1 in Bolivia
in labor - de parto
birth - el parto (delivery), el nacimiento (birth)
to give birth - dar a luz (literally, give to light)
to be born - nacer
It's a boy - Es hombrecito/Es varoncito!
Congratulations! - Felicidades!
(these are in honor of both labor day and Cheryl and Eric's upcoming big day... when it comes)

viernes, 24 de agosto de 2007

August 21, 2007 - Festival de Urkupiña

Hey all,
Had a great time at the Festival of Urkupiña last week. I'm gonna send you to an article/blog that I translated & helped write with my fabulous co-worker Leny by way of telling you what the festival is all about ( http://www.democracyctr.org/blog/ ). In terms of my experience of Urkipiña this year, I went to a party of some of the autoctonous music groups (Leny helped found one of the only women's autoctonous music groups in Bolivia), in addition to watching the parade. I went on Tuesday - lots of fun - but was back at work the next day.

Other updates: Still the only person in my house. My friend Vanesa gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Her mom came home from Barcelona to be with her. I didn't dance cueca chapaca for Urkupiña because I was in Peru then was sick then went to Sucre then came back and only knew two of the dances, had three days to practice, and my dance partner (Andres) hurt his foot indefinitely. Maybe for Carnaval (February). Am back to teaching English lessons this week. Jammed my ring finger playing basketball last weekend, made myself a really funny-looking splint with half a plastic spoon and some duct tape. Glad to not be travelling anymore. Happy at work.

Spanish Words of the day - Guide to Bolivian Beverages (Craig, this section is for you - wait 'til August 31 though =) )
Chicha - a common Cochabambino alcoholic drink made with fermented corn. Best chicha is found in the campo (country). This is Bolivia's take on good country moonshine. Definitely not as strong as liquor, but stronger than the light beer you generally get here. Served with a...
Tutuma - a half-gourd used to serve chicha. Deceptively large. Before you drink from a tutuma, you have to say "salud" to someone else and they have to acknowledge it (meaning they will be the next to drink). Otherwise, you have to drink again (party foul). A tutuma is not to be confused with a ...
Tullma - hair tie? nicely ornamented ribbon or yarn to be braided into your hair and used to tie off the braid(s). What I've been using to pull my hair back since my last liga broke.
Ligas - rubber band-ish hair ties, also
Uva - Grape. Not University of Virginia.
Durazno - Peach.
Guarapo - sweet alcoholic beverage made from uva or durazno. Not to be confused with garapiña.
Helado - ice cream (also sorbet)
Canela - cinnamon
Helado de canela - sorbet made with cinnamon and sugar. Deep pink color. Delicious.
Garapiña - chicha mixed with helado de canela
Singani - like brandy I've heard? Alcohol made from grape skins. Only found in Bolivia. Good for mixing for..
Chuflay - Singani + Sprite + lime
Pisco - A town in Peru that was one of the hardest hit by the earthquake. Scroll down for an update from Oxfam... and to help the relief effort! Pisco is also an alcoholic beverage similar to Singani, but Peruvian. Famous for Pisco sours.

I'm all out of Spanish Words of the Day. Email me if there's anything you want to know how to say.

Abrazos
Lily

PS
First, if you haven't seen this yet, check it out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YENbElb5-xY&eurl=

Second, just days after I sent out the last email, my very talented father had a letter to the editor published in the Washington Post. I think he got jealous that my mom was getting all the attention in my last email =) Seriously, though - he's been doing heavy duty research on the climate since he retired from his economist life last year, and he will have a paper published in the coming year on a proposal for what he's writing on here. Whoever said old dogs can't learn new tricks hasn't met my dad. (Happy birthday Dad!)

THE CLIMATE CHALLENGE

The proposal by Sens. Joseph I. Lieberman (I-Conn.) and John W. Warner (R-Va.) to establish a Federal Reserve-style climate board ["2 Senators to Unveil Climate Bill," Business, Aug. 2] falls short of the major step needed. Prominent leaders would not serve on such a board if its purpose were only to "loosen rules for companies" when CO2 prices spike.
The Federal Reserve determines overnight interest rates using "open market" auctions. A meaningful climate board, under a cap-and-trade system, should set annual ranges for carbon dioxide prices and achieve them with allowance auctions. A nonpartisan, expert climate board and associated staff would be less political and more responsive than the legislative process to new research and technological developments as it adjusted the path of carbon dioxide prices, year by year, and coordinated with overseas climate agencies.
WILLIAM WHITESELL
The writer was a deputy associate director of the Federal Reserve Board from 2001 to 2006.

PPS Here's the update from Oxfam on the devastating impacts of the earthquake on towns like Pisco. Please take a look.

Dear friend,

I'm writing to pass along some reports I've received from our staff members in Peru. I hope these will give you a sense of the scale of the devastation and the importance of relief efforts in the wake of last week's 7.9-magnitude earthquake.

The death toll has now climbed to 560, with 1,500 people injured and more 250,000 whose homes are destroyed or unsafe. Water and food are scarce.

Oxfam's supporters have sprung into action, donating over $200,000 and enabling us to begin providing clean water, sanitation services, and shelter to thousands of families in remote regions.

To help right now, donate to Oxfam's Peru Earthquake Relief and Recovery Fund.

Oxfam's humanitarian officer in Peru, Sergio Alvarez, traveled to the worst hit zone immediately after the quake – including rural areas which he could only reach on foot, which he described as "virtually stranded by the outside world."

"The urban areas are being better attended but the rural areas and the city's outskirts have received very little attention so far," said Sergio. Only 120,000 of a total 665,000 inhabitants of the affected region live in Pisco.

That's why Oxfam is concentrating its efforts on rural areas that are less visible and face difficulties in reaching out to the media and authorities. These include Independencia and Humay, where 40% of the inhabitants have had their homes severely damaged. We are also providing aid in the city of Pisco, where all the adobe houses were destroyed – that's 70% of the buildings – leaving only the modern structures standing.

Many communities are cut off completely by collapsed bridges or landslides that have made roads impassable. People are living on the streets in terrible conditions; if their homes aren't destroyed, they fear the constant aftershocks over 450 of them so far.

Access to food and water are major issues. Sergio reports: "Only a few communities have water wells, which means they will not have water even when electricity comes back. The other main concern is that these villages are running out of food, and as of now, they are receiving very little or no aid at all."


You can help us respond more effectively by donating today.

We anticipate the recovery from this disaster will take months, not weeks. So Oxfam is in it for the long haul, not just providing immediate aid but planning for long-term recovery and building local capacity to respond to the ongoing needs of affected families.

Thank you for your help.

Sincerely,

Raymond C. Offenheiser
President
Oxfam
America

P.S. The destruction caused by Hurricane Dean in the Caribbean this week is also of paramount concern to Oxfam America. We are closely monitoring the situation, and we will keep you updated on Oxfam's response as events progress.

domingo, 12 de agosto de 2007

August 11, 2007 - Saga Sudamericana

Well, I've been back in Cochabamba since Wednesday, after some amazing interviews, experiences, and a wrestling match between my stomach and a hamburger (thankfully, my stomach won). This coming week is the celebration of the Virgin of Urkupiña, one of Cochabamba's biggest festivals all year. So I'll have a lot to report a week from now. In the meantime, my talented mother drafted up a very well-written account of my parents' trip to visit me which I'd like to share with you below. Enjoy!

South America Saga - July 2007

Marshalling our limited Spanish, ATM cards and courage to be "ugly Americans" abroad, Bill and I flew to South America to visit our daughter and tour planner, Lily. Contrary to recommendations by seasoned travelers, our vacation started with the highest altitudes, trekked the peaks and valleys of Bolivia and Peru then slowly descended the Andes Mountains. We arrived in South America on Saturday, 07/07/07 in La Paz, Bolivia, the highest city we visited (3660m). Bill's brother (and anesthesiologist) Bob recommended some altitude medicine for us. However, we were still periodically dizzy & queasy so Lily allowed us (and told us!) to take it slow at first.

Her plane arrived after ours so she had a friend meet us & usher us around, so gracious for our first night and relative clue-lessness. Lily found us a lovely hotel. All of our accommodations seemed to be built around courtyards with bedding & décor made from local crafts, very comfortable and pleasing to the eye. We benefited from the "American-style" hearty breakfasts, which often took us through to mid-afternoon meals. We were surprised that, despite temperatures that sometimes dropped below freezing at night, most hotels and homes had no heat.

Sunday, we took a bus to Lake Titicaca (elevation 3820m) of Aymara & Inca fame, nestled between Bolivia and Peru. The bus traveled from the populated, high altitude valley city of La Paz up to Al Alto, rimmed with amazing views of La Paz and the Andes. La Paz is a bowl-shaped valley chock full of adobe and brick "pueblo" houses. It has some beautiful churches and open air markets, as well as the government and business buildings of a capital city. Sidewalk vendors and shop stalls abound, although there are a few larger stores housed in buildings. Everybody seems to be selling something.

We crossed the altiplano, a sparsely populated area of indigenous people who farm and graze llamas, sheep, cows and pigs. We stayed in Copacabana (not the same one as the song, which is in Brazil). We wandered around to see, buy and eat the local specialties including hand-made textiles, indigenous popcorn of enormous size and trout. The sun sets quickly, so we found a restaurant warmed with a clay oven for a bowl of soup before returning to our hotel. While there, amazingly, it started to snow and the electricity went out, sure evidence of the weather and season. That also meant no hot water.

The weather in the Andes region of Bolivia & Peru is winter in July. I do not know the exact temperatures as we did not obsess on the Weather Channel, (nor did we really watch much TV, a Real Vacation). My best guess is that it went down into the 20s (F) at night and our daytime highs were 40s-60s in the mountains. Our hotel rooms were not heated, which means we wore "all our warm clothes", a hat and socks to bed, under multiple, heavy, llama or alpaca woven blankets. Daytime attire was definitely layered. The Bolivian and Peruvian women wear their beautifully decorated, pleated skirts, woven shawls and bowler hats, adding layers of shawls as the temperature dips.

On Monday, 07/09/07, we had arranged to take a boat to the Isla del Sol, but the gusty winds, white caps and breakers on the town beaches kept all boats from launching. Like true tourists, we proceeded to shop, as the beautiful handcrafts were very low cost in this remote location. We also wanted to beef up our clothing wardrobes for warmth. It was invaluable to have my daughter with us for the whole trip, as her friendliness, knowledge of living conditions and multi-lingual (Spanish, Quetchua & English) abilities allowed us to communicate and bargain each step of the way, usually to our benefit.

We returned to La Paz by bus later in the day. The Bolivian roads are something of a "last frontier". They seem to fit in as much traffic as there is. With a few trucks and cars, everything goes smoothly. With many big tour coaches, medium-sized public buses, vans, station wagons and the little boxes on wheels that constitute the private vehicles, there is a jumble of positioning for place and direction. In La Paz, everybody seems to get where they are going and, despite the aggressiveness, I saw no accidents or even unfriendly gestures.

Although we returned to Bolivia later in our trip, we flew next to Peru, first Lima and then on to Cuzco. Situated in the Andes, Cuzco and Macchu Picchu were the centers of the Inca Empire and are full of museums and shops that celebrate this distinction. There is also a strong Catholic influence in the colonial architecture, which was often built on top of the Inca foundations. Although the colonial additions have often suffered the ravages of time and nature (earthquakes), the massive, mortar-less Incan stones have endured. Incan cosmology centered on the sun god, Inti, for which we also developed a healthy respect, as the sunny days were true warmth for our shivering bodies.

Like La Paz, Cuzco (3326m elevation) is a valley set in the towering terrain of the Andes Mountains. We never imagined how extensively this chain of mountains covers the continent. From the air, the mountains form a textured topography of peaks and valleys. From land, they soar overhead, often decorated with terraced fields.

In Cuzco, we attended a cultural program of song and dance with regional ethnic dress and musical instruments. There were several museums and churches to witness the blending of the native and Spanish influences. The museums referred to the pre-ceramic period, in contrast to our term "prehistory". Our guided tour of the Inca temple at Koricancha infected us with the reverence for nature that infused the Inca religion. The Sun God, "Inti" and Earth "Pachamama" are still revered today by an indigenous people who have fused their native beliefs with Roman Catholic practices.

After touring Cuzco, we spent three days touring the Sacred Valley along which one can travel the Inca Trail. One day was on horseback; one day we toured Moray and Maras and the third day was spent in the Inca ruins of Pisac, Urubamba and Ollantaytambo. We went horseback riding in the region of Saqsaywaman and visited the Inca ruins at Moray, which was an "agricultural laboratory". Four amphitheater-like craters in the mountains were terraced in 1-3 meter intervals, resulting in one degree Centigrade increments in temperature for each step from top to bottom. Each terrace was planted with different agricultural crops (wheat, corn, lima beans, and potatoes) to test the best growing conditions.

We also visited a salinera or salt "mine". A geothermal aquifer spouted a constant flow of salt water from deep inside one of the Andes Mountains. It spilled into a sloping plateau divided into about 200 sections where the salt water was exposed to the heat of the sun. The salinera continues to be communally owned by a nearby town, so that each family can harvest their "field" of salt as it reaches its crystalline form.

Peaceful coexistence among the indigenous groups was promoted by geographic separation of the mountainous terrain, until, starting in the 1300s, the Inca and other groups fought for control. The Incan Empire extended from Colombia in the north to Chile in the south. All subjects of the empire paid taxes by obligatory labor, which helps to explain the extensive religious centers, organized cities and roads of the Incans. The empire lasted for less than a century before its defeat by germs introduced by Europeans, internal conflicts fed by resentments of conquered groups and, ultimately, the Spanish conquistadors led by Pizarro.

The Spanish New World exploration goals of "gold, glory and God" were prevalent in the museum exhibits we visited. The Cuzco School of painting flourished starting in the 1600s, with strong Catholic influences in subject matter and techniques. Portraiture was meant to teach the lives of biblical and saintly personages embellished with the rewards and punishments promised and threatened by the Church of the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries. It featured interpretations of the Bible Scriptures and saints in the New World setting. Surely, the canvasses were a teaching tool for the indigenous converts to Christianity.

Although the gold in South America was extracted mainly from the Incas, the discovery of silver at Potosi in south central Bolivia today, uncovered an enormous source of continuing wealth for Spain. For over 200 years, the Cerro Rico was mined by an estimated eight million indigenous workers and African slaves under inhuman conditions to fill the coffers of the Spanish monarchy.

The Spanish controlled Peru and Bolivia politically as a colony, the mixed blood mestizos were local functionaries, and the indigenous peoples formed the exploited, laboring bottom of the social ladder. These are social divisions that resonate within the democracies of South America even today; between those in and out of power; between the haves and have nots.

Peru witnessed some political turmoil while we were there, initiated by a teacher strike. The government wants to institute a requirement for teachers to pass a test or be fired. The situation blossomed into a general strike and mass demonstrations against the government policies and an unpopular president. Despite our sympathies, we hoped there would be no glitches in our plans to visit Macchu Picchu. As the transportation workers and other groups joined the teachers, we had to alter our travel plans to avoid roadblocks and other potential conflicts.

We took a train and bus for the leg of our trip to Machu Picchu. The river valley leading to Machu Picchu dropped in altitude and increased in temperature, humidity and vegetation. We visited several Inca ruins and Spanish colonial churches in the Sacred Valley en route. We stayed in Aguas Calientes while visiting the recently dubbed "wonder of the world" and soaked in the hot springs for which the town is named. We took the early morning bus to spend the day at the Inca holy site.

Most of the Inca ruins dominate the Sacred Valley by being built on promontories. People could look up to these political and religious centers as their rulers looked down upon and controlled their empire. Because Machu Picchu was hidden from Spanish eyes and untouched until its "discovery" by Yale professor, Hiram Bingham in 1911, it did not suffer the destruction or "conversion" to Catholic uses by the Spanish conquistadors. We explored the breathtaking site, its astronomical stone sundial and compass, and climbed to the top of Waynapicchu, the sentinel peak that overshadows this most famous Incan treasure.

We next visited Lima, Peru before our return to Bolivia. We had a few hours before our flight, so we dined in Miraflores overlooking the Pacific Ocean. We were amazed that the Andes Mountains plummet into the sea on the west coast of South America, with just a thin strip of desert on which to build cities and ports. The Andes Mountains are the vast, defining geographic feature of western South America, and its valleys are home to its indigenous (mostly Quechua & Aymara) populations.

We went to Cochabamba, Bolivia (2558 elevation) located southeast of La Paz in the valley region, at a slightly lower altitude. It spreads over a wide flat plain fringed with hills. It is called the city of "eternal springtime", justified by its temperate climate. Winter is the dry season in Bolivia; they do not see rain until November. Although the night temperatures dipped into the low 40s (F), afternoons warmed into the 60s and 70s. The city has many parks tucked among its bustling streets, graced with palm trees, flowers and fountains.

Lily, our daughter, has been working off and on for the past three years with a non-governmental organization (NGO) called the Democracy Center. They recently finished a book about the political situation during the last 10 years in Bolivia. It is a country whose political control alternated almost yearly between democratically elected leaders and military coups until the 1980s. The current president is Evo Morales, the first indigenous person to hold that office. The next project the Democracy Center is working on involves surveying human rights organizations in South American countries for ways to improve relations between Latin America and the United States. The resulting policy recommendations will be used to inform the 2008 US presidential candidates.

Bolivia is one of the poorest countries in South America, with a wide gap between rich and poor and a small middle class. About 10 years ago, there was a water crisis caused by the attempted privatization of water in Cochabamba, shifting control to an international company, which raised prices steeply for this essential commodity. The policy served to politicize the indigenous population and to encourage strikes and mass demonstrations to voice political opinions publicly. There were mass demonstrations in Bolivia while we were there. Issues include exerting more control over natural resources like natural gas. Morales also wants to empower the indigenous farmers of the countryside by legalizing the coca plant for export for non-harmful usages, including the soothing mate de coca tea we drank everywhere for altitude sickness. Talk of moving the government center from La Paz to Sucre brought out millions of protesters during our visit.

The streets of Cochabamba bustle with stalls, open-air markets and sidewalk vendors selling everything from fresh-squeezed orange juice and international phone calls to pirated DVDs. Although the tourist literature warned of theft dangers, we had no problems and found the shopkeepers to be friendly and flexible enough to satisfy Bill's negotiation skills. Artisan handicrafts and taxis alike had somewhat bendable pricing if we ventured to bargain. We took a double-decker bus tour to get our bearings. The streets are narrow but one-way, dotted with parks and plazas ringed by roundabouts to redirect the colorful buses, taxi trufis (group taxis) and other cars on the roads. The tour previewed the neighborhoods and museums we were to visit in the days ahead.

Cochabamba is known for its scrumptious food in restaurants, open-air markets and street stalls. Breakfasts of fresh bread are followed by mid-morning salteñas (stewed meats & vegetables in pastry). We often had dinner menus at midday, which included soup or starter, entree and dessert for a fixed price. Trout, beef and chicken on the menu were supplemented by rabbit and llama. Rice, potatoes and rolls were served with everything. Familiar fruits in beverages and desserts were joined by the more exotic papaya, maracuya, tumbo and moconchinchi (dried peach drink).

Bolivia, like Peru, was controlled by the Incas, but not until the 1400s. Other pre-Columbian groups left remains of civilized lives and burial rituals. Sadly, many of these artifacts were destroyed by the invading Spanish from the 16th century onward. The Spanish left a legacy of colonial architecture that echoes the red tile roofs, stucco walls and wrought iron balconies of the mother country. This was true in the outlying districts we visited as well. Most Bolivians, however, lived in pueblo-style homes, sometimes centered on courtyards, often encircled by walls. Many homes, especially in the countryside, are made from mud and straw bricks. Roofs might be corrugated iron, straw or tile.

During our travels, we saw typical and extraordinary views of Bolivia. We visited the town of Cliza with its Sunday festival of food and music, including flamenco-style Chacarera dancers. We had dinner at Eden, an amusement park next to a hydroelectric dam, with paddle boats and zipwire. We drove through Punata, the birthplace of many Bolivians who emigrate to northern Virginia. New construction sites are evident there, fueled by the remittances of relatives in the USA.

Lily introduced us to her co-workers and friends, which gave us a personal connection to life in Cochabamba. The tradition of dinner at mid-day was shared with a gracious family with whom Lily lived as an exchange student. We joined an early morning Tai Chi session followed by breakfast with the director of international study programs in Bolivia. We also attended a "Q'owa" ceremony honoring Pacchamama to express our wishes for health and safe travels.

The two weeks in South America were a true immersion experience for us, not so much in Spanish language than in the cultures of historic and current Bolivia and Peru. The Andes Mountains tower in our memories sprinkled with the luminous array of valley homes alight at night, warmed by the sun in daylight. Artistry in textiles, wood and ceramics has endured time and historical adversity, as has the power of nature. The iconic Incas and vibrant voices of current political debate guarantee these countries a place of respect and recognition on the world stage. Our travels tossed out any stereotypes of ethnocentricity to be supplanted by admiration.

August 2, 2007 - Saludos Desde Sucre

Well, here I am in Sucre. It's been a busy last month, and it's only going to get better. My parents came and left (My mother has been writing up a summary, which I will send along as soon as she's done). After their trip, I got quickly sucked into planning our trip to Sucre for work. What's happening in Sucre? Well, a Constituent Assembly has been meeting here for the last year to rewrite Bolivia's Constitution. The idea is, Bolivia, being majority indigenous, should respect various ways of life and various ways of decision-making, not just the Western-style ways of decision-making. The original Constitution-writers included no representation from Bolivia's indigenous groups, so they're rewriting it to be more inclusive. It's a really incredible process. The representatives (asambleistas) hail from all over the country, and from many of the 36 "pueblos originarios", as the indigenous ethnicities often call themselves. So it's not just old white men in suits, though there's a couple of them in there too. Of course, there is conflict, what with the range of perspectives. But one of the neatest things about what's going on here is something that a representative from the Chiquitano people in the Amazon lowlands told me this morning, "Here you have business owners sitting down next to domestic workers, writing a constitution together," referring to her own life - how she left her community for several years and worked as a maid in Santa Cruz in order to put herself through school. She is now a leader among her people in working to secure and protect their right to practice internal community decision-making.

Words of the day
Asamblea Constituyente - Constituent Assembly, the congress elected to rewrite Bolivia's Constitution
asambleista - representative to the Assembly
Cuidad Blanca - White City, Sucre's nickname - the walls and buildings are painted white to preserve Sucre's colonial history (originally the capital of Bolivia, now only the sede judicial - the Congress and President are in La Paz.) Also the name of our hostel.
sede - headquarters, seat (governmental)
sede judicial (seh-deh who-dih-cee-ahl) - Judicial Seat?
Teatro Gran Mariscal - literally, Great Marshall Theater, where the full congress of the Assembly meets
mariscal - marshall (as a military term)
mariscos - seafood
mordisco - bite, like a bite of a sandwich (I think).
mordida - bite, like a dog bite (I think). apparently also 'bribe'
soborno - bribe
chantajear - to blackmail. Not to be confused with...
charlar - to chat

July 1, 2007 - Feliz Año Nuevo

Harlem Globetrotters come to Cochabamba, Sausage Festival in Tarata (don't laugh! don't!), Chicharron* Festival in Sacaba, Andean New Year in the countryside, Festival de San Juan - when everyone in the city sets off fireworks and has bonfires in their backyards, Giving English classes to a small group of intermediate-level Bolivian students, Getting ready to take Quechua classes, joining a dance group to dance in the August Virgen de Urkupiña parades, Vanesa's Baby Shower, Planning my parents' trip to Bolivia and Peru.

It's been a busy two weeks! (It's always been a busy two weeks, hasn't it?) As fun as all of the above is, the news that has determined the flow of my everyday life has to do with something else entirely. My house has gone from hosting the original cast of characters that you may remember from previous emails to a nearly all-new set of people to a very empty house!

Original cast of characters: a Canadian couple (Leah and Jeff), two estadounidense non-profit type women (Graciela/Gretchen and Sarah), a head-in-the-clouds Swiss guy (Alex), the Bolivian owner Chichi, her son Jose Miguel, and me.

Before I left for the States, the Canadian couple left for more adventures and a long trek home to Toronto. When I got back, their room had been turned into an office for Chichi's son Jose Miguel (who some of you will remember, defended his thesis successfully to graduate from law school with flying colors not so long ago).

Also when I got back, Amanda, another former SIT (School for International Training) study abroad student, was staying in the dining room-turned-bedroom, across the hall from me. My friend Josh had gotten to Cochabamba the day before and was staying in the garden room in the back. When Graciela left a day or so after I got back, suddenly, Sarah, Alex, and myself were the longest-standing residents in the house. A few days after Graciela left, Chichi's other son and daughter-in-law arrived from Switzerland for a visit, and we were up at full capacity once again!

New cast of characters: Amanda (fabulous former SIT student), Josh (my friend from DC who has turned half Argentinean after spending some time there =) ), Sarah (from Houston area, has been living in DC, going to school in Atlanta in the fall), Alex (Swiss guy, no relation to Fernando or Priska), Chichi (owner), Jose Miguel (lawyer son), Fernando (dentist son who lives in Switzerland), Priska (the Swiss daughter in law, a former room-renter), and me.

Here comes the denouemont (get ready):
Josh and Amanda leave for the Andean New Year in Tiwanaku (Bolivia's Stonehenge) and to continue on in their travels to Peru. Chichi, Fernando, and Priska go to Santa Cruz to visit relatives who live there (they left last weekend) and will continue on together to Switzerland, where Chichi will spend three months (hopefully relaxing!). Churka (or Maria Evangelina), a woman who worked as a maid for Chichi's family for many years in the past, moved in to take care of the house in Chichi's absence. Jose Miguel left last Wednesday to join the family in Santa Cruz and will be back this Sunday (later today). Alex left for Switzerland on Thursday after five-six months in Bolivia. Sarah left for Santa Cruz en route to the US on Friday after four-five months in Bolivia. Maria Evangelina (Churka) left on Friday to spend the weekend with her family and will be back today. And then there was one - me!

Spanish words of the day

Actualmente - Currently, nowadays
Realmente - A not very commonly used way of saying 'actually' but a common gringo mistake. More a way of emphasizing the veracity of something, as in "estaba realmente mal" - "He was really doing badly"
En realidad - the commonly used expression for 'actually'. As in, 'En realidad, no fue asi' - 'Actually, it wasn't like that'

Salchicha - Hot dog, commonly eaten at the big bonfires of San Juan. Sarah and I cooked ours on the stove =)
Chorizo - Sausage, as in sausage festival (Festival de chorizo)
*Chicharron - Pork cooked in gigantic woks with secret ingredients. (I can't tell you, it's a secret!) Not to be confused with...
Chicha - a common Cochabambino alcoholic drink made with fermented corn. Best chicha is found in the campo (see below). This is Bolivia's take on good country moonshine. Definitely not as strong as straight liquor, but stronger than beer.

El campo - the country, countryside, as in "Voy a ir al campo para ver el amanecer del año nuevo andino" - "I'm going to go to the countryside to watch the sun come up for the Andean New Year" (also known as the winter solstice over here in the South).

Cueca - traditional Bolivian musical genre and dance, most easily recognized by the clever song lyrics and handkerchief-waving dance
Cueca chapaca - Cueca from the gaucho (cowboy-like) southeastern part of Bolivia, also, the dance I am going to perform in August and learn starting Monday!

Bei-bi chau-er - baby shower, like the one we'll have for my friend Vanesa at my house later today! A North American import (the tradition of having a baby shower and the word for it, not Vanesa's baby!).

sábado, 16 de junio de 2007

June 16 - En la llajta de nuevo

Hello All,

Among the whirlwind of activities since I got back, this is the first time I've had a chance to take a deep breath, sit in front of my computer, and compose an email. But I did get here safely, as did all of my belongings. It began on Friday, when my flight was supposed to leave at 7:15PM. It was delayed five times. I got to the airport at 4:30PM to find that my flight had been delayed one hour to 8:15PM. Then it took three hours to get through check-in - and I'm not even talking about going through security - I'm talking about getting my ticket and checking my bags. It was ridiculous. There was one person checking people in for international flights and between three and five checking people in for domestic flights - and the passengers for domestic flights could do self-check-in! American Airlines was not winning any points, especially when as I was leaving the line (finally), ticket in hand, seeing the AA manager walk out with a colleague, talking and laughing without so much a glance at the 3-hr line behind him that I had just waited in, going home early on a Friday leaving a sole staff member that was already working overtime and had to be at work the next morning at 4:30AM. I was furious.

By that time, I knew that my flight was going to be delayed until 8:35PM. Then when I got to the gate, it had been delayed again to 8:55PM. We waited and waited but the plane that was supposed to take us to Miami got in late, and we started boarding after 9:00. By this time, I was starting to get worried about catching my 11:20PM flight from Miami to La Paz. The guy at the desk said they were going to hold the flight to Bolivia for us, though, so I relaxed. Then we got on the plane, it started taxiing to the runway for takeoff, and all of a sudden, there was a violent thunderstorm right over DC and we couldn't leave until it passed. An hour and a half we sat in the plane on the tarmac, waiting to be cleared for takeoff. Finally, between 10:30 and 11, the storm passed and we left for Miami. The flight was beautiful, we took off to the north and then circled around DC and Maryland to turn back around to go south. So I got to see the whole city from the air at night. Then, as we flew down towards Miami, we passed the storm's center (right out my window). It was amazing to see the lightning fill up the whole sky - and I had never seen a storm from a plane before. It made me think that my atmosphere and weather class was taught all wrong. We definitely should have taken a field trip to fly around a storm!

I got to Miami to find out that because of the extra hour and a half wait, those of us flying to Bolivia had been transferred to the next day's flight.

From there, the experience got better. I contacted a friend of mine who was speaking at a conference in Miami and he offered to let me crash in the hotel room he was staying in, and the hotel turned out to be right on the beach! So the following morning I spent a half an hour on the beach in Miami (see pic!). Then I found out my ticket had been upgraded to first class, so I had about the most luxurious plane ride ever (Dinner came complete with a fancy menu, a warm washcloth, a glass of wine, and warmed mixed nuts). I arrived in La Paz in the evening and was able to crash at my friend Holly's old place, due to the wonderful hospitality of her roommates. I finally got to Cochabamba on Sunday morning, and my luggage, which hadn't made it onto the plane to La Paz, came Sunday afternoon to Cochabamba and it was not a problem at all to pick it up.

That was story of how it took me three days instead of 12 hours to get to Bolivia. Since I've been back, it's been great to see everyone. Unfortunately because of the travel debacle, I only got to spend a day and a half with Graciela, my fabulous (now former) housemate who left on Monday evening to go back to the States. Cochabamba is a little chillier now that it's winter, still warm during the day, but much cooler at nights. Right after Graciela left, Chichi's son and his Swiss wife came to visit, so it's been neat to meet them. Also, my friend Josh has been in town, which is great. The office is pretty chill, most people aren't back from traveling until next week, so I've been able to take care of some work things con calma.

That's the update! I'll send some more next week.

Abrazos,
Lily

PS One of the most fun things about being home last month was that we went out dancing a lot! So in honor of that, here's some dancing words of the day:
Bailar - To dance
Quiero aprender a bailar - I want to learn to dance
Te conoci bailando - "I met you dancing" also lyrics to a popular reggaeton song
Mira como baila! - Look at (him/her) dance!
Bailemos! - Let's dance!
Noche de salsa en Pancho's - Salsa Night at Pancho's (a locale in Cbba - where they play three salsa songs and the rest cumbia =( )
Vuelta - Turn/spin
Dar una vuelta - Do a turn
A la derecha - To the right
A la izquierda - To the left
La mano - hand
Cintura - Waist
Cinturon - Belt
Cadera - Hips
Pie - foot
Pie equivocado! - Wrong foot!
Menealo! - Shake it!
Muevelo! - Move it!

Dance steps of the day
uno dos tres - cinco seis siete - the counts for salsa (though I think it's easier to think of it as 'one-to-gether, two-to-gether')
uno-dos-uno-dos - the counts for merengue
uno-dos-tres-up! - the counts for bachata (it's like the electric slide!)

sábado, 28 de abril de 2007

El fin de una historia

I've been on vacation since Tuesday and it's starting to show. My room is cleaner than it's been for months, I've been sleeping 10 hours every night, and I'm now sending you all two emails in one week...

This is the end of a story I started a couple of months ago with my email about the Carnaval water wars. But I never actually wrote about Cochabamba's Carnaval parade, called "El corso de los corsos" around here (or El Corso for short). The Saturday before Lent begins is Oruro's Carnaval parade, the most famous of all Bolivian Carnaval celebrations (which I went to last time I was here in 2005), and Cochabamba's turn to celebrate comes one week later (We wouldn't want to take away from the Cochabamba party by having it the same day as the Oruro party, after all).

Now, as you may have guess from the water balloon email, the lead-up to Carnaval is quite busy. The streets are full of water balloon throwers and groups practicing their dance steps along the parade route. Two Thursdays before Carnaval is Compadres, the night when men go out and celebrate together, and one Thursday before is Comadres, when the women go out and celebrate (see attached picture). So all told, it's nearly a month of celebration.



This year, the Democracy Center had a party to watch El Corso. We have a beautiful third-story balcony at the office that looks right out onto one of Cochabamba's main streets, Calle San Martin - which happens to be both the street that marching protesters use and the street that parade routes take. Needless to say, we were perfectly set up to host a Corso celebration, and we decided to take advantage of that.

Leny (one of my co-workers, a spectacular Bolivian woman, very multi-talented - she's got her fingers in everything) and I got there early on that Saturday morning, around 10AM. Several groups of our guests were already arriving, and we set to work decorating the office. The parade started shortly after 10. The first group to come through was the military (CITE). Now, I had been to Carnaval in Oruro two years before, but it was nothing like seeing the military groups in a parade. I had been imagining crisp uniforms and one group after another marching in step, but no - not even close. Apparently, El Corso is where the military tries to shed their stern image and really lets loose. There was group after group of young men - in ant costumes (army ants), with giant paper-mache heads, in drag and armed with rifles, and dressed up as monkeys, cavemen, limes (making fun of a new coke/pepsi product), cows, condoms, Roman soldiers, guerrillas, mummies, aliens, puppets of the US (particularly interesting political commentary), vampires, Storm Troopers (yes, I'm talking Star Wars), and the best was - mimicking a popular comedy show about a man whose wife is dominating and practically abusive - a whole troop wearing aprons and handkerchiefs and carrying rags, brooms, and mops, headed by a giant float of a woman sitting on a man's back while he struggled to hold up an ashtray for her cigarette. Utterly fabulous. There were also several (troops? squadrons?) of women - one group parodying Bolivia's top model group, the "Magnificas," dressed in giant plastic trash bags, with the following banner: "Chicas Magnificas del CITE: Ni Magnificas Ni Chicas Premier, Patriotas de Corazon" - roughly translated - "Magnificent Women of CITE (the army): Neither Magnificas nor Premier Models, but Patriots at Heart." Many of the other groups of women had really well-designed costumes - crabs with giant claws, cats with capes, etc.

Needless to say, the army was one of my favorite parts, and watching them pass took pretty much all morning (Dre and Austin, you would have loved it). The traditional folklore groups started about mid-day. Tinkus, caporales, diabladas, morenadas, saya, cueca chapaca, chacarera, and the various smaller indigenous dances and groups were very very impressive as well. We had a lot of fun at the office, cheering on our favorites and even getting dressed up ourselves. Jim got out an old Halloween costume, a nun outfit, and a few friends showed up with Evo (Morales) and (Hugo) Chavez masks. I got my picture with them (see attached).

We also used the opportunity to ch'allar (bless) the office by making an offering to Pachamama, Mother Earth, so that our whole next year would go well, which will be the topic of my next post...

miércoles, 25 de abril de 2007

Un dia emocionante

For a Tuesday, yesterday was a pretty exciting.

First, it was Andres' best friend's birthday. She is a mother of a little girl and is pregnant with her second baby, and is a pretty awesome person in general. The first excitement! Feliz cumpleaños to Andrea!

Secondly. Some of you may remember from previous emails that I live in a beautiful old house owned by a lovely woman named Chichi. Those of you with even better memories may remember that she has a 23-year-old son named Jose Miguel. He studied law in college (if you want to be a doctor or lawyer here, you start immediately after high school), finished writing his thesis right after I got here, and yesterday successfully defended his thesis - getting *very* high marks (95 out of 100 - this in a country where grade inflation is definitely NOT the norm). Chichi was very proud, with good reason. The second excitement! Congratulations to Jose Miguel!

Third. Now you should all know at least something about the following, but I'm going to retell it anyway. When I was here in Bolivia the last time (Jan-May 2005), I volunteered/interned for the Democracy Center (yes, the same place I work now) when it had just two staff people - and me. The two staff people were Jim (Shultz), the founder of the organization (which is now 15 years old), and Marcela Olivera, a well-respected researcher, writer, and activist that has worked extensively with Bolivian social movements. When I started working with them, Jim had just finished writing a report on the (unintended) deadly effects of an IMF-imposed budget deficit reduction. I copy-edited the report, finalized the endnotes, and worked with the publisher to make sure the formatting came out right. (I also condensed the report for an article for the Multinational Monitor and got a byline out of it: http://multinationalmonitor.org/mm2005/052005/schultz.html.) That and a couple of other projects took me through to the end of my month of working with Jim and Marcela. As y'all know, in May 2005 I was drawn back to the U.S. by Progressive Maryland to direct their canvass office. Before I left, though, Jim asked me to come back to work for the Democracy Center as soon as I could.

Two years later in January 2007, I boarded a plane for Bolivia. Carefully packed away in my luggage were seven tapes, a miniature tape recorder, and a computer that I would spend hundreds of hours with in the next four months. The report on the IMF had actually been the first step in the process of writing the Democracy Center's latest book - Dignity and Defiance: Stories from Bolivia's Challenge to Globalization. After we published the IMF report in 2005, it had been slightly rewritten and would be the sixth chapter of that book. I got off the plane in Cochabamba ready to get started on my own chapter on Bolivian emigration. The tapes I carried held six interviews with Bolivian emigrants who live in Arlington, Virginia. Two other Democracy Center folks also did interviews in Buenos Aires, Argentina and Barcelona, Spain.

When I arrived in Bolivia, I joined the other book authors - Jim, who was writing a new chapter on Cochabamba's now-famous Water Revolt; Gretchen and Aaron, who had taken on the formidable task of explaining Bolivia's complex oil and gas policies (it's been said that there are only 2 or 3 people in all of Bolivia who really understand them); Christina, who had conveyed the incredibly stark beauty of Bolivia's altiplano (high plains) in her chapter on an oil spill by Enron & Shell in the most important river of the Bolivian highlands; Nick, who was combining his previous experience of working for Jubilee, the international debt relief advocacy group, with up-to-date research on Bolivia's debt history; and Melissa, the second-in-charge in the office, who compiled and edited the seven-author chapter on the Bolivian coca leaf on top of writing a chapter on womens' experiences with globalization.

Most of the other authors had been working on their chapters for nearly a year at that point, and I rushed to catch up. We all pushed hard over the next four months - many late nights and long editing sessions. We put off all other projects - including a proposal to do an international advocacy training, a website update, and campaign strategy advising. We ignored our friends and families (that's you guys) and promised to make it up to them after the book was done (I'll tell you how in a sec). Yesterday at 6:34PM, after several push-backs to our self-imposed deadline (but well before the publishers' deadline of May 1), we finally hit the button (send, not auto-destruct). Our final product is now in the publishers' hands, and the Liberacion del Centro para la Democracia (until the next big project push) is complete. THAT'S THE THIRD EXCITING THING! (PS for those who are part of the cultura chupistica, yes, we did go out last night and did a toast for every piece of the book we sent - beginning with the title page and ending with the bios of the editors, authors, and contributors.)

Now, the answer to the question hanging in y'all's mind since midway through the last paragraph. How am I going to make it up to you!? It has been nearly a month and a half since I wrote anything, after all. So I decided to come back and visit y'all. That's right, May 10 I leave Cochabamba and arrive in Washington, DC the next morning. I will be staying nearly a month in the States, so make plans to see me! Right now! We're gonna go on a camping trip, I'll probably get folks together to see pictures, I'm going to Jeanie's wedding in Charlottesville, and I will be taking LOTS of walks through the woods to enjoy spring in Virginia. Ain't nothing better in this whole wide world. But my time is already starting to fill up, so if you want to do anything specific with me, email me RIGHT NOW and let's make plans.

PS If you're not in the loop round those parts, Maryland finally did it!! They passed the nation's first statewide living wage bill!!! THAT'S RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!