Day 84 - Many Oops
February 7 - Sucre, Bolivia
In the morning we explored Potosi a bit more - they were beginning carnival celebrations so the streets were full of people, mostly kids dressed like they would be for Halloween, in all sort of costumes, masks, etc.
We peaked in the national mint as well (we missed the tour time). We had a delicious "menu del dia" at a vegetarian restaurant. We were the first ones there, but before too long every seat was packed; we even had a Bolivian couple join us at our small table of four. The food must be good!
The meal was a soup, a small salad, cauliflower fritters with rice and veggies, and a dessert. We left pretty full and headed back to grab our stuff and find the bus.
There was a lot of mixed information on how to get to Sucre - you could hire a taxi, but only from the old terminal; you could take a bus, but only from the new terminal, the bus is slow, the taxi goes too fast, you want a taxi shared with four people, blah blah blah. We couldn't get a straight answer so we hopped a taxi with the intent of traveling to the new terminal for the bus, but the driver also had his own idea of the best way.
He took us to a closer terminal just to drive by and see if any cars were leaving. A bus was literally pulling away from the curb and he pulled in front of it, yelled at the driver, and confirmed it was to Sucre. He hustled us out of his car and on to the bus, and we were on our way. When we sat down and finally took a breath, we asked the woman and her small boy if we were headed to Sucre (just in case!) and she confirmed. Whew. Onward!
We arrived in Sucre in approx two and a half hours. We were a long walk uphill, but short drive from our Spanish school, and it was pouring rain. I flagged a cab with my poncho on, looking like a crazy woman. A guy with awesome latin music blaring took us to the school. It took forever; the traffic was horrible due to rain. Apparently I had messed up the days - we weren't supposed to arrive until the following day. Luckily there was a place for us (although they made it a bigger deal - we were fine getting our own place to stay). At the school, they called the guy Javier we were staying with and he came to pick us up in his 1980's bug. It was a sweet car! We were staying at a house with several apartments. We had one with our own bathroom and kitchen and felt so spoiled. It would be a nice change from sharing a bathroom and not having a kitchen for the last week or so. We met the girls living across the hall, a pair from Germany. They spoke highly of the fresh produce at the Central Market, so we quickly dropped our stuff and tried to get there before it closed.
The market was so much fun! They sell everything fresh, piles of fruits and veggies, eggs, cheese, fresh juices, spices, grains, oof! And it's pretty cheap. Evan humored me as I went around collecting an assortment of goodies for dinner and beyond.
We made a delicious quinoa salad and settled into the apartment. I even unpacked my bag!! This is the first time I've done that since Buenos Aires, three months ago!
The meal was a soup, a small salad, cauliflower fritters with rice and veggies, and a dessert. We left pretty full and headed back to grab our stuff and find the bus.
He took us to a closer terminal just to drive by and see if any cars were leaving. A bus was literally pulling away from the curb and he pulled in front of it, yelled at the driver, and confirmed it was to Sucre. He hustled us out of his car and on to the bus, and we were on our way. When we sat down and finally took a breath, we asked the woman and her small boy if we were headed to Sucre (just in case!) and she confirmed. Whew. Onward!
We arrived in Sucre in approx two and a half hours. We were a long walk uphill, but short drive from our Spanish school, and it was pouring rain. I flagged a cab with my poncho on, looking like a crazy woman. A guy with awesome latin music blaring took us to the school. It took forever; the traffic was horrible due to rain. Apparently I had messed up the days - we weren't supposed to arrive until the following day. Luckily there was a place for us (although they made it a bigger deal - we were fine getting our own place to stay). At the school, they called the guy Javier we were staying with and he came to pick us up in his 1980's bug. It was a sweet car! We were staying at a house with several apartments. We had one with our own bathroom and kitchen and felt so spoiled. It would be a nice change from sharing a bathroom and not having a kitchen for the last week or so. We met the girls living across the hall, a pair from Germany. They spoke highly of the fresh produce at the Central Market, so we quickly dropped our stuff and tried to get there before it closed.
The market was so much fun! They sell everything fresh, piles of fruits and veggies, eggs, cheese, fresh juices, spices, grains, oof! And it's pretty cheap. Evan humored me as I went around collecting an assortment of goodies for dinner and beyond.
We made a delicious quinoa salad and settled into the apartment. I even unpacked my bag!! This is the first time I've done that since Buenos Aires, three months ago!
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