Las Cosas Curiousos
When I lived in England in 2007, my mom gave me a Curious George journal to keep track of all the funny little things I noticed. In keeping with the tradition, I will be writing a few “curious things” posts because it’s those little things we’ll forget!
- Milk and yogurt come in bags, juice comes in a box.
- There are dogs EVERYWHERE, but they all have owners. It’s a city of “outside dogs”.
- The Bolivian people are so friendly and love to give parenting advice, unsolicited. 🙂
- Almost everything you buy is from a street vendor. It’s like an everyday flea market of clothes, food, toiletries, and anything else you’d ever need or want.
- There are basically no driving rules except that cars get the right of way. I think there are 2 stop lights in Potosi and I haven’t seen a stop sign yet. This is a city with two major universities, so it’s always rush hour.
- The large mountain near our house was responsible for funding the Spanish Inquisition.
- Bolivia does not have any domestic industry; absolutely everything is imported.
- There is a huge western influence here: I bought Huggies diapers from a street vendor and I think Coca-Cola is the highest grossing product in the country.
- Almost everyone has crowns in their teeth (see above).
- The women and children love babies. For all the attention Caleb is getting, I think he may want to stay.
- Bolivian people are so patient with people for whom Spanish is a second language.
- Different parts of town have different living standards. All the housing is basically the same, but some streets are relatively clean, while others are full of trash and used as doggie potties.
- A huge difference from the US, a dirtier, less kept part of town doesn’t feel any less safe. Caleb and I found our way home from the clinic alone today and it was totally fine.
- I have seen almost as many iPhones, blackberrys, and tablets here as in the states.
- Mary told me that people don’t want to change how they’ve lived for generations, so the housing is meager.
- Quechua women (the indigenous Bolivian population) have very strong opinions about caring for a baby and blame every ailment on their uterus.
Those are just a few(!) of the things I’ve noticed, but I wanted to get them written before I forget. I really want to write about our living situation – maybe tomorrow since Caleb and I have a quiet morning.