i was talking to my mom on the phone (in korean) and she asked me something and i replied that i didn't know, only i replied in spanish. oops? i think she understood me anyways, although i did repeat myself in korean as soon as i realized that i had said it in spanish instead of the language of the conversation... #brainconfusion #tongueconfusion?
and i can't stay away.
i'm back. after a 6 month long hiatus following that long amount of time without any updates (although i did try to keep a semblance of a blog on tumblr documenting my adventures in spain (which i also kind of failed), i'm back. well, actually, this time i am in bolivia. after having begun this blog in highschool, picking it back up for my travels in oman, and some of my time in rwanda, i am now in bolivia and trying yet once more. something about humans, right? we try again and again and again, and no matter how many times we fail, we still think that the next time, it just might succeed. so here goes.
By the end of this summer I will have lived on 5 continents in 3 three years. North America, Middle East (Asia), Africa, Europe, and finally, after wanting to come here for so long, South America. It sounds exhausting, and to be a bit honest, it is. I've been in Bolivia for 3 days now, and of course part of the reason why I am so tired of traveling and everything is because I've only just arrived and haven't had much opportunity to settle in. One week ago, I was still in Spain, having just left the city where I lived for 5 months. Less than a week ago, I was back in the States, catching up on precious time with my parents and my sister, devouring Korean food and un/re-packing my suitcases for my next trip. 5 days ago, I got on a plane, and more than 30 hours later, I finally landed in Cochabamba, the city where I will be spending the next [now] 8.5 weeks. Wireless connection in the apartment has been non-existent until a few hours ago, and thus time has crawled a bit. It's hard to believe that it is only Wednesday.
First impressions: Cochabamba does not call itself the city of everlasting spring for no reason - even though the Bolivians here bundle up in jackets and scarves and down jackets, the temperature outside is still pretty warm by my standards, at least til way late at night/early in the morning. It rarely rains, which is more than I can say about Santander (if anybody has ever visited Santander, particularly in a season not summer, they will understand perfectly), so there is not much to complain about there. I honestly don't feel like I have had the time nor opportunity nor energy to get out and explore the city. I have walked around a bit, here and there, and have eaten at a few different places and tried a few different Bolivian foods, but I don't know if my brain just hasn't processed all this and told me "this is worth blogging about!" or if details are too tedious to include at the moment, but I don't know what to say at the moment about Cochabamba other than that the weather is nice. Which, I am fully aware, is possibly one of the worst responses ever given in the history of mankind.
Another note: my co-intern and I are keeping a blog of our trav[ai]ls through Bolivia, which I think should be better/more regularly maintained. In any case, I have the feeling that the majority of my contributions to that particular blog will be entertaining and/or pretty and/or moving photos. Here I will try to keep my dedicated readership updated with some more meat. Pues nada, i think that's all for now.
By the end of this summer I will have lived on 5 continents in 3 three years. North America, Middle East (Asia), Africa, Europe, and finally, after wanting to come here for so long, South America. It sounds exhausting, and to be a bit honest, it is. I've been in Bolivia for 3 days now, and of course part of the reason why I am so tired of traveling and everything is because I've only just arrived and haven't had much opportunity to settle in. One week ago, I was still in Spain, having just left the city where I lived for 5 months. Less than a week ago, I was back in the States, catching up on precious time with my parents and my sister, devouring Korean food and un/re-packing my suitcases for my next trip. 5 days ago, I got on a plane, and more than 30 hours later, I finally landed in Cochabamba, the city where I will be spending the next [now] 8.5 weeks. Wireless connection in the apartment has been non-existent until a few hours ago, and thus time has crawled a bit. It's hard to believe that it is only Wednesday.
First impressions: Cochabamba does not call itself the city of everlasting spring for no reason - even though the Bolivians here bundle up in jackets and scarves and down jackets, the temperature outside is still pretty warm by my standards, at least til way late at night/early in the morning. It rarely rains, which is more than I can say about Santander (if anybody has ever visited Santander, particularly in a season not summer, they will understand perfectly), so there is not much to complain about there. I honestly don't feel like I have had the time nor opportunity nor energy to get out and explore the city. I have walked around a bit, here and there, and have eaten at a few different places and tried a few different Bolivian foods, but I don't know if my brain just hasn't processed all this and told me "this is worth blogging about!" or if details are too tedious to include at the moment, but I don't know what to say at the moment about Cochabamba other than that the weather is nice. Which, I am fully aware, is possibly one of the worst responses ever given in the history of mankind.
Another note: my co-intern and I are keeping a blog of our trav[ai]ls through Bolivia, which I think should be better/more regularly maintained. In any case, I have the feeling that the majority of my contributions to that particular blog will be entertaining and/or pretty and/or moving photos. Here I will try to keep my dedicated readership updated with some more meat. Pues nada, i think that's all for now.
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