Bolivian Christmas
I realized it has been 20 years since my last Bolivian Christmas. I completely forgot how they do it down here and it felt great to be part of the celebration here once again. I got to do this more often.

12-24-2003 Xmas Fireworks
Here they call Christmas Eve, "The good night" instead. Everything in the city was open all day. Miguel and I went shopping in the morning to get some last minute gifts for the family and make sure we had everything. Then we swung over to Tio Jorge's house, had some Mate and then went to Tio Adrian's house. Tradition for Christmas Eve is a late dinner. Usually close to midnight or a little before, we had dinner at about 11. The lechon (pork leg) was awesome and the daughters of Tio Ruben got some fireworks. Everyone made phone calls, I talked with my parents when they called and my grandparents from the USA. I got to talk to Novali and Tamara as well.

One of the most fun parts of the night is when my primo Enrique taught me how to ride his motorcycle. He has a big motor-cross bike, and I have never driven one so I wanted to try. I got the hang of it pretty well I thought. I took it for a spin, nearly got run off the road by some cabs and a micro, but the ride was good. I learned to shift the gears and handle it. Good xmas gift from my primo, free bike lesson.

Midnight is show time. Every house in the neighborhood has fireworks, and not just sparklers. Bottle rockets, roman candles, and even big tube shot fireworks as well. It was a non-stop show for about 40 minutes. At this same time everyone starts to do their saludos, kinda like what we do for New Years in the USA. Everyone gets a hug, a kiss on the cheek and told god bless you. We stayed up talking for a while and then off to bed for everyone.

12-25-2003 Christmas Movie
We woke up, had a big family breakfast and then we all went to the house of my Tio Jorge. His family did not come last night, just too many people. But an afternoon BBQ Jorge's place is great. The older male members of the family fought over politics the entire time, and the rest watched SpiderMan. We had some leftover lechon, and some great ribs! It was a feast.

Miguel made plans to take the four little kids to the Movies. He took them to see La Tierra de los Osos, the new Disney movie. While he was doing that the rest of us 'grownups' went to the Picolo (ice cream place) and then I got in line for some Lord of the Rings tickets. It ended up that I waited alone for the tickets. It was a 2 hour wait for the dumb tickets! Here they sell movie tickets by seat number. So after my wait in line the only 7 they had together was the second to front row. At least we got tickets!

We killed time before the movie (I got the tickets at 7, the movie was at 10) going to a internet cafe, getting some food, and just waiting around for everyone to show up. The movie was good. The amount of cell phones going off was insane. Every two seconds, and the entire theater would start with the "sssshhhhh". The theater was also very vivarent, they would clap and cheer many times throughout the movie. The movie went really long, more then 3 hours, we caught a cab and went home. Long, long day.

The girls getting ready to do their fireworks.

Abuelita covering her ears from the sound of the fireworks.

The kids (and Miguel) and playing Nintendo 64.

The lechon... oh man.

The salad and everything else. Got to have llajwa (hot salsa).

The family dinner at Tio Adrian's. Everyone got more then enough, especially me.

Tio Jorge cooking at house on Christmas day.

Everyone getting their full, again.

The meat was so good... I ate too much again.

And then everyone argued about politics. Good ol' Centellas Christmas.

12-26-2003 Trying to Catch a Tan
Miguel and I had planed our trip to La Paz this weekend on a bus. The bus normally takes about 16 hours. However with the bad rain that we had earlier this week one of the bridges gave out (many people died, it was all over the papers here) and now the buses are taking longer. It was already a big expense of my time to be on the bus during my short vacation, and now with the delay we decided to just fly instead. Now it is an expense of my money instead of time, I would rather spend more time doing things and have less money then have more money and have spent nearly two full days of this short vacation on a bus. It is a 45 minute flight.

Getting tickets was an adventure of course as well. We went with abuelito and he had us cut in front of everyone because of the senior citizen law here, but he was not even buying the tickets. It is really cool a law they have, at any place (mostly banks and big businesses follow it) anyone above 65 gets to go to the front of the line. Everyone was looking at us... but I did not care, we had money in had and were in a hurry. Plus we were late to the water park. Side note: those expecting cool La Paz style gifts (llama sweaters, big monolitos, pewter stuff, etc) will be without because of this extra expense on tickets. But no worries, I will bring some coca tea back with me instead, it will make you happy. - News update: we heard buses are taking more then 24 hours to get to La Paz, and some having to stop over night. Good thing we bought the tickets!

My primo Enrique works at a water park, called AquaLand. He is one of the general managers; the place has water slides, fakes waves and lots of excitement. It is one of the things I really wanted to see before leaving, plus a little more sun can't hurt. I need to catch more sunlight on the rest of my body. I am developing a really bad farmer tan from walking around the city all day.

I went with Felipe, Maira, Marcia, Miguel, and abuelito. We had a great time. It started to rain a little, but the sky cleared up and we had an awesome time. I did not get burned! It was Miguel and Abuelito that got the burns, I came out just fine, and more tan. The park reminded me of the Anderson Water park in Saginaw. Except not nearly as ghetto, but surprisingly just as expensive. Tickets were 10 bucks (american) each, and food was about 20 bucks for all of us, and then the rafts and ice cream added another 2-3 bucks per person. That comes to about 120 dollar trip for as family of 6. That is way too much! Good thing our primo Enrique got us free passes!

The park was huge!

Abuelito road the automatic river all day long, and got sun burnt.

In true Santa Cruz fashion... beautiful girls and a bar, even at a family pool.

I stayed back and took the picture of them riding a big inter tube down the slide.

They had a total of 6 large slides.

The gang in the river, Miguel on his way to getting burnt.

Felipe and I rode all the slides, it was great.

Miguel finishing up his burn before we leave.

Afterwards we were beat. The sun has the uncanny ability to drain away your energy. So what was supposed to be a short nap after a tiring day turned into a long ciesta... so I stayed in, had some Paceñas, and watched some Christmas movies on TV with Tio Jorge and Miguel.

12-27-2003 The Curanderos
I am sick, something I ate did not make my stomach very happy. So I am a little bit tired from not sleeping well. All day each member of the Centellas family came and told me what I should be doing to get better. The abuelita had tio Jorge make me some soup. Abuelito gave me some pills he takes when his stomach gets upset. Tio Jorge said I should drink Sprite and crackers, Miguel said no that the gas from the pop will make me worse. Suddenly all the Centellas family is a bunch of doctors. At least I know they all care. Either way, this makes me more glad I am not taking a 20+ hour bus trip!

I am in the airport. Miguel and I arrived early, he just finished his posting and went to get some coffee, I am heading out now to join him as well. Enjoy this post. I will be online even more in La Paz. They have wireless there... YEAH!

Happy Holidays
The title is PC, but seriously I want to say Merry Christmas. I do not know anyone who celebrates anything else. Not that I am not accepting of other culture´s religions, but I don´t know anyone with other religions to accept. At WMU my Fraternity Brother Geo from India... was Baptist. I had a friend from Israel that was Catholic. None of my friends celebrate Kwanza, not even Reymall (well not that I know of). So it´s just a plain out Merry Christmas.

It´s beginning to look a lot like Christmas, everywhere you go... even the hot girls who stand in front of the stores are dressed in little red skirts with white puffy trim all dancing around a very tan and hot (poor guy, it must be in the 90´s right now) Santa Claus in his full suit. Not a white snowy Christmas, but I am okay with that.

Tonight Miguel and I will spend with the family, and also call home. The remainer of the Centellas family in the USA will be at my parents house. I will call my little Novali as well, and the Gomez family in Chicago. Hopefully we will get through fine.

I am done shopping for the family here, Miguel and I just had the fattest (or should I say, PHATTEST) buffet of Bolivian food (I gained like two more pounds I swear!), and now we are running home to grab our Christmas cards and off we go to the Christmas Party.

Commenting does not seem to working well right now. So if your message does not show up post it later again. I can not find out what is wrong, but I can not post to any of my friends blogs on the GVSU Blogosphere either. You all know how much I love comments... being without will be hard. Off we go.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Haircut, down pour and the fire alarm
We got Miguel, I got a hair cut (yes of course they charged me extra), checked out some construction sites, thought about retiring in Bolivia, had a down pour in Santa Cruz, our micro never showed up, and the taxis would not stop for us. Just another non-typical day for me in Bolivia. Read on for pictures.

12-22-2003 Hair cut at rock high gringo prices
I met my tio Ruben at 11am, we had an hour and half to kill before Miguel arrived. So I went to get my haircut. He knew a place that was only 5 bolivianos (about 75 cents american, wow, beat that Master Cuts!). I love Bolivian hair cuts. The lady cut all my hair without clippers, she manually cut it all short. She made great work of my naps in no time at all. Then, she shaved the side burns and neck line with a straight blade razor. Nothing is better then a straight razor shave. Smooth. As she finished up and put talcum powder on my neck I went to pay... and guess how much she wanted? 10 pesos. I thought the price was 5? I just smiled like a dumb gringo and gave her the money. My tio have her a look, and she said, its extra for Christmas. Come on... just admit you charge me more cause you know I got it. Little does she know I pay 13 bucks for my haircuts in the USA.

Then we went to the bus station. As we pulled up Miguel was already sitting there. He got there two hours early and had been sitting waiting for us. Off we went to tio Jorge's house for lunch. We got there in time for lunch... and what as lunch it was! My favorite, chuño, with rice, the tomato/onion salad and saice de pollo. It was so good, I ate way to much and then we sat at talked. After a while we left with tio Ruben and Jorge and we went to some of Ruben's construction sites. Ruben is a civil engineer and he is in charge of some of the larger construction jobs in the city. We visited a few places and talked about the prices of houses. He is working with some places, private gated communities with a pool, guards, nice yards and plenty of parking close to downtown for only 25-30,000 dollars. What a place to retire to right? Hum, got me thinking...

We stopped for some afternoon coffee and relaxation. Bolivian's like to relax, I got to remember that when I get back to the states. We sat, talked about politics, the amount of statues in the city, names of the streets, anything that came to mind. It was great, and as it got later Miguel and I walked to the plaza central and hangout. While we were in an internet cafe we heard some commotion. A police man came and started breaking the glass around the fire extinguisher. So what did I do? Grabbed my camera and followed him, it was just a small fire in a furniture store across the street. I took a few pictures and then headed back to the internet.

After that we walked to my primo Oscar's house which was a few blocks away. He took us to eat some steak tenderloin sandwiches. Man they were good. We walked in the rain some more and then waited for our Micro... but it never came. Over an hour of waiting and nothing. Then we went on a taxi. We got the guestroom ready for Miguel, the abuelita worried if we would be warm enough, and then we went to sleep. Well not to sleep, Miguel is ready the back issues of MacAddict I brought him and I am writing this post. I am about to edit some photos to post with this tomorrow. Look out!

12-23-2003 Picture time!
Miguel likes to sleep in. I wanted to get downtown early to get on the internet and post pictures before we have lunch with abuelito. He wanted to eat duck today, but in typical abuelito style he forgot that they only do the ducks on Monday. So next week when I return from La Paz we will go. I love all the different types of food we have here all the time, too bad not on Tuesday though huh? Not the same dull burgers and chicken we get in the states all the time. Something different each day. Either way, I will post about that meal later. For now, enjoy the pictures, and now I must return home, my Tio Jorge is cooking milanesa.
Pictures!

Another view of the plaza in Santa Cruz.

All the stores have pretty girls that hassle and flirt with you until you buy. This girl told me I was the best looking gringo she ever saw, so of course I had to buy a shirt! First person to not call me fat!.

The gas stations all have cute girls that come out and pump your gas.

This was from the night out, these were some of the models walking around handing out flyers.

The flamico dancers.

They were so good.

There were bands and entertainers all over. The place we ate had a jazz band there.

The avenue was just full of people.

The bar owed by DC United Star Marco Echevarria.

The Centellas gang at dinner. It was so good.

The abuelitos before the birthday party.

The clown was great, Maira is the one in the yellow shirt by the window. Over 40 kids showed up.

Cutting the birthday cake, they sang happy birthday in English.

Fernando and I on the way to Samaipata.

The views from the road were awesome, the highway was right on the side of the mountain the entire time.

Here is a picture of the crash, crazy huh?.

A wooden rope bridge that my primo Oscar wanted to cross. I felt like Indiana Jones, just without the indians chasing us. Well actaully the indians were chasing us, but instead of spears they had their hands out asking for change.

The gang again. You can tell we spent a lot of time together. My tio Jorge´s kids showed me around the most so far.

On top of the mountain. Behind us was about a 500 meter drop.

The fort, built at over 2000 meters above sea level.

Our crazy Samaipata eating experience.

At a worksite of my tio Ruben. In the picture from LEft to right, Miguel, Ruben and Jorge.

The down pour in Santa Cruz.

Dinner with Oscar and Miguel.

Busy
I am on vacation, but on the go more then ever. This weekend was the best. I did a little and a lot of everything. Miguel gets into town today at noon, I got up early to come and post and catch up on email. Here is my weekend recap.

12-19-2003 Flaminco
The office of my primo David is in the new towers here, Cainco Towers. He works for Campus Crusade for Christ and his office is on the 12th floor. It was an awesome view and a great building. You can see the entire city from his window, amazing. We talked, check out his new car and the Sony Xplode stereo he bought for it. Nice little turbo Toyota. Everyone has Toyotas here.

Then of course, I walked more. I love walking now. I must walk like 10 miles a day right now. I went downtown, checked out a few things, bought some CDs and clothes to wear out for a night on the town. While sitting in the plaza I saw the most disturbing thing. Quick story.

At all the corners of the plaza are street lights (not many in Bolivia), and little kids are out there asking to wash windows. Most people wave them off as a problem and say no. Some kind people give them 50 centavos (about 6 cents american). This nice Toyota Land Cruiser pulled up, pretty new with a rich looking guy in it. He asked the kid to wash his back window. Quickly the kid ran back there, washed the window and just then the light turned green. As the kid comes around the side of the car he drives off. The poor kid is yelling for his coin and the man drives off. Who robs from the poor? A man in a big truck, robbed a poor little kid who is out there trying to make enough money so he can eat. This country is corrupt, the police steal from the people, the government embezzles tax dollars, stores don't pay taxes... but for a rich man to steal labor from a poor little begger boy trying to make a living. That is ridiculous, and it broke my heart. I don't own a Land Cruiser, but I called the boy over, who was very angry, and I gave him what was owed to him. If the people who are able to help don't, then how will we ever get better? Let me put my soap box away...

I then headed home, and got ready to go out. The night was awesome. The hot dry air of the day, turned into a calm crisp night with a slight wind to keep you cool. It was perfect to say the least. We headed downtown. It was Oscar and his wife Bilma, Fernando and Ivan (Darcy, Ivan's wife met us a little later) and we stopped for a quick show in the plaza. Some dancers and folkloric performances (they danced Malambo) for the Christmas season are having shows on the plaza. Then we waked to one of the streets with some night life.

Before settling on a restaurant we soaked up the Santa Cruz nightlife. On the boulevard they had people performing. A mandolin group singing for people, some models handing out flyers for some club, and street performers. One group came out from one of the universities. They did a theater act with tango. No words, just dance and music. Such a great act. They danced, 6 women and 5 men, and acted out their skit. Crowds gathered and we, by chance, had front row seats.

Once that all cleared out we found a place eat, Solo Pasta, an Italian place called our name. We sat on the second floor balcony that over looked the street. The six of us ate the night away, a bottle of wine and lots of Coca-Cola and Fanta later we left. We made a short stop at the Diablo Sports Bar, which is owed by the famous Echevarria, the soccer player for the MLS DC United in the USA. He was not there, the big night crowds had not yet arrived, we were full already, and so we left.

I wet home, and went to bed.

12-20-2003 Futbol, cornish game hens and a clown
I got up early to go to the futbol game of my primo Ivan. His work has a league and I wanted to watch his game. It has been a long time since I watched a game, so it was nice to be out on a soccer field. Seriously I want too try to play again one of these days, see how this bum knee of mine holds up. They lost a hard fought game 2-1.

Then I met up with my abuelito at the house of my tio Adrian. Abuelito wanted to take me to eat cornish game hens. I love them... so it did not take much convincing. They cook them rotiessery style, 5 per stick. With fried yuca, salad and rice. It was just like I remember. The tourist joke is that once some tourist finish eating the game hens, the waiter tells them they were actually pigeons. I remember the first time they did it to me, I did not buy the store. You can tell they are chickens because of the little wings, but they are so tiny in size that you could believe that they are pigeons. Needless to say the lunch was great.

Back to the house of tio Adrian. It was the 9th birthday of Maira, the daughter of my tio Ruben who is the youngest of my tios. I got her a huge stuffed squirrel. They planned a huge party, gifts for those who come, a beautiful three layer cake, empanadas (not sure how to describe it, but pasteries with meat in them), and a clown. The clown was good, he kept the kids playing and having a good time. The party started at 3:30, but in true Bolivian fashion people kept showing up until like 7... Bolivian's and their tardiness, my abuelita says that is why this country can not get ahead, "we can't even be on time, let alone get ahead."

Then back to the house with los abuelitos. I put on some cream to help my slight pinkish burn on my forehead (I know I know... sun block. Tomorrow I will use it), we had some coffee with Jorge and Loida and then watched the end of Armagedon (the movie). Ivan came to pick up Darcy and his kids, Gabriel and Natalia. Those two kids are so funny, and Natalie is so smart for a little 4 year old. I got some good stories about those two trouble makers, but I will save those for a later day.

Off to bed. Tomorrow I leave the house at 5:30am to meet the cousins and head to the fort at Samaipata.

12-21-2003 There it is
What a long day, and its not over yet. I got up super early and went to my primos house. Of course they were all late, so I could of slept more, but I was ready and excited for the trip. We took a taxi there, all 7 of us crammed into a taxi; Oscar and Bilma, Ivan and Darcy with Gabriel, and then Fernando and I. We made a great traveling gang.

The ride was about 2 hours long, not bad at all. The road was well paved (most of the way), but we did see one really bad accident. A huge tour bus hit a semi truck head on... ouch. I got some pictures of the crash, unbelievable to hear no one was hurt from the look of the pictures. But as a guy who has lived through two accidents I should know how it can be to survive something like that.

The city was small. We got there around 9am and had breakfast. Salteñas and hugo con leche. Basically milkshakes and a small pastry with meat in it, but Bolivian style. Very good. Then we hit the road to the Inca ruins. We got another taxi and went up the mountain. The ruins are 2000 meters above sea level, and it is very windy up there. I can not explain the magnitude of the ruins, but once I post the photos you will understand. The views were amazing and thinking how people built so much, so high up is hard to imagine.

Back in the city we went to the muesum, what a joke! They had like two little pots, some clay jars and ceramics in glass cases and that was it. I paid 80 pesos for all of us to enter... what a rip off. At least the place had clean bathrooms, something hard to find in that little pueblo.

Lunch was a whole nother story. I don't want to write the entire story now, but basically we got the worst service ever (no ice, soup got spilled on Gabriel's head, no yuca, slow, and the guy was mean). And as I went to pay, the guy raised the price! It was from 7 pesos for each person, to 10. I know they always charge the gringo more, but they already quoted the price, they should of lied to me about the price from the beginning like everyone else. Ivan made a stink in front of everyone, said the guy was "pobre educado (poorly educated, or better translation would be poorly mannered)". I threw the money on the table and we left. We were fighting over about 2.25 american... but it was the principle of the matter that was important, not the price. Why do they always have to rip off the gringo?

On the way home we went in two taxis. We were really crammed on the way there so I figured it cost a little extra but we will all be comfortable. Fernando and I rode in one taxi with two strangers, and the rest of the gang in the other car. We left at the same time, but our taxi driver was much faster. We dropped off the other two passengers and still beat the other car to the drop off spot. Then Fernando and I waited... and waited. More then an hour passed. After a hour and half another taxi came, how did this other taxi beat them? We asked and he said he saw their car, the suspension gave out on some of the bumps on the highway and it got a flat tire. Ouch. They caught a ride back on a bus. So we had waited in vain. We went home.

I had another great dinner prepared by my tia Loida. Now I am downloading pictures and getting ready for tomorrow. Miguel gets into town at 12:30 and I need to get a haircut, check my email, and check some more prices on things before meeting him at the bus station.

12-22-2003 The Bus
I got up at 8:30am, which is kinda early for me since I am on vacation. I wanted to get downtown and get somethings done before Miguel comes. I am meeting my tio Ruben in the plaza to head to the bus station together. I had to wait forever to change money this morning, lines everywhere! Then no place for a haircut could see me right away. So just some email and this blog before I get Miguel. More coming soon.

Politics
Not sure what it is I miss the most about Bolivia. I do know that I miss talking about politics with the family. We talk politics while we eat, on the micro, during TV shows, and each night before bed. The family here is very well read and my abuelo remembers everything from back then (well kinda). Here is the new report, read to the bottom… cause guess what? Pictures!

12-18-2003 Irish Pub
On the blog of my brother Andres he mentioned the Irish Pub, a place I actually have never been to in Santa Cruz. The place is right on the plaza on the second floor of the Shopping Boliviar and has huge signs above it. I went up for a late lunch and checked it out.

The view was awesome, got some nice pictures from up there and a coke. The menu they brought me was in half English half Spanish (maybe I got the gringo version, but I think they are all like that). Also while I was up there I met a group of Canadian guys who were trying to pick up a pair of beautiful cruceñas who happened to be eating there as well. The food was not so good, and I always forget that in Bolivia refills on coke are not free (Ramiro this place is for you), so each time I get my bill anywhere I rack up the price on the refills. Which to a Bolivian is very expensive, I usually pay 5 Bolivianos per each coke, so for the 4 cokes I had, we are talking almost 3 dollars! For that I could of bought Toby Burger for myself and one of my cousins...

I took the long way home. I decided to walk the micro route, stopping along the way to take pictures and buy more items. I got a pair of head phones (the little ear bud ones) for one one dollar, and bought some DVDs. Well actually they are VCDs. I got American Pie II and the Gladiator. What is funny is that when you go into a store they ask you if you want the original DVD or if you wanted a copied VCD. DVDs are about 24 dollars and the VCDs are 3 bucks. Easy choice. The quality is not as great, but not that bad. All the stores here sell copied stuff, CDs, DVDs, VHS, mix tapes, everything.

After walking for more then an hour on my micro route I got tired. I had been walking all day, nearly 6 hours now. All the stuff I bought was getting heavy in my hand. So I stopped, flagged a micro and off I went home. Dinner was interesting as always. Abuelita trying to get a word in around abuelo and Jorge, the three of them arguing over a food recipe, which president ruined the country more, or who is playing futbol next week. Everyone once in a while Loyda and I would make eye contact, shrug our shoulders and watch them argue.

Now when I say argue I don't mean fight, I mean discuss, in a special Centellas kind of way. Anyone who knows my family well, knows us Centellas sure like to contradict whatever it is you have to say, and then argue it until we have no breath to keep on going. Or we get hungry, which ever comes first.

The abuelitos go to bed these days right after dinner. For being in their late 80's they sure look good. My abuelita has lost most of her eye sight but gets around just fine. My abuelito is still as feisty as ever. He works around the house in his sleeveless shirt, always quick to help my tio with anything.

Abuelita went to bed first, and then began another argument over a food recipe. We were talking about all the things I wanted to eat. On each recipe they would argue, over how much of this... how long you cook it... with rice or potatoes... how to prepare the yuca... the list goes on. What is funny is that my abuelito can barely cook, from what I have seen he is very slow in the kitchen and can rarely even find napkins in there let alone salt or other things to cook with. With abuelita not able to cook she sits in the kitchen and tells them what to do. I am excited to see this process. Monday... the Centellas family chefs (Jorge and Abuelo) and their instructor (Abuelita) will cook for Miguel and I. Can't wait.

Before bed I had some Mate with tio. He taught me some etiquete with the Mate and how to prepare it. I have to get me a good mate bowl to take home. He gave me a packet of his favorite mate and I can't wait to drink it at home. I think I might become a more avid mate drinker, replace coffee in my life.

12-19-2003 Fricase, fricase, fricase
I have a few foods in Bolivia that are my favorite. Of course you all have read about my love for cuñapes which are a small bread made with interesting cheese and floor (maybe my mom will leave a comment with the recipe). My true favorite food is chuño, which is a basically a freeze dried potato, but done naturally in the mountains, I can explain more to those interested later. I am sure on my way to La Paz I will pass by some places that make it. Then is my fricase... ah.

Fricase is a soup. Eating it is nearly a ritual here. Almost like Mexican menudo (but different meat), which is why I think I like Mexican soups like menudo and pozole so much over there. They cook the soup early in the morning and more typically on the weekends. Like menudo it is used for hangovers, or after a long night of partying. Me, I am just going with my tio and abuelito. Half the adventure was just watching them argue or which place we should go to, my abuelito saying, "If we take him to the wrong place his whole vacation will be ruined because he has some terrible fricase... let me pick the place, I know the best fricase in town." Everything to my grandpa is very dramatic.

Alright, I must shower and hit the road. Today will be fun. After the fricase I am going to my cousin David's work at 1:30. Then I am going to meet up with the rest of my cousins and tonight we are going out. I hope Miguel gets here soon, everyone wants to go to Semipata now, looks like we will have a big gang and it will be a blast! I got to get on ticket prices.

The fricase was great. Sitting with just the men was nice, had some Malta and fricase and then I headed downtown. I wanted to post this and them some pictures before going to David´s. It is crazy hot today, but a nice breaze is blowing so that helps a lot.

Pictures!

Picture from the window in La Paz from the plane. Mt. Ilimani.

Here you can see the difference from the two cities. This view of Rio Pirai shows how tropical the other side of the country is.

There is always some type of student protest in Santa Cruz. This is right on the plaza.

Around the main plaza are all the government buildings.

Beautiful palm trees line each side of the plaza.

The streets are always busy, vendors line each corner and everyone is on their cell phone.

The inside of the social that would not let me eat there cause of my attire.

I remember when they first built this, it was the tallest in Santa Cruz.

When I ran into the abuelitos in the plaza. They were feeding the pigeons.

I scared off the birds, but it made for a great picture.

Every store has pretty girls in front to try and lure you in. And if you set foot in the store they won´t let you leave until they have shown you everything. Talk about sales people on commision.

The Irish Pub in Shopping Bolivar. Great Location.

As I walk all the girls like to make gringo comments. These ones saw me with my camera and wanted me to take their picture.

Then I had the girls take my picture, finally a vacation picture that I am in. Gracias Cruceñas.

From the Irish Pub I had a great view of the Cathedral, beautiful huh

I also love the cars here, some of them you can not get in the USA. I have no clue what type of car this one.

Full size picture gallery coming soon.

Continued
Since the internet is dirt cheap, and easy to get to I think I shall post most days in the morning. I am trying to plan a trip for this weekend to Semipata. We will see how that pans out. But for now, I am in the city and posting. Also, no comments on grammar, I am not proof reading much. I am just trying to get as much down, as fast as possible so I can get back to being a tourist.

12-17-2003 The Tourist
I was super tourist all day! For real. I took about 180 pictures of downtown Santa Cruz. I did not get many of the surrounding city so I will carry the camera again tomorrow. So more walking and photo taking tomorrow.

So far I have taken every imaginable picture, at every angle of the plaza downtown. It is so beautiful, and they are doing even more construction to repair some of the buildings. The colors, architecture, style, and people were just amazing. I got some amazing shots. No sloths in the trees of the plaza though, they took them all to the zoo. Abuela told me the one had a baby so they took them to a safer place. I will have to get to the zoo to visit them.

I walked, and walked, and shopped, and walked, and shopped, and walked, and shopped, and walked, and then ate. I did not buy Bolivian souvenirs yet, just two shirts for me... but I priced out all the stuff people wanted me to bring. Prices can vary a lot from store to store here on touristy things, especially for a gringo like me. So I got to watch out so I don't get jacked on the price again. I had the best lunch, kinda boring eating alone, but the food was amazing. I ate surubi, which is a type of fish. Of course accompanied by some potatoes and a coca-cola. Then I left to walk some more and take a few more pictures.

As I was returning to the plaza, taking a few more pictures, I was distracted by a beautiful cruceña... and when I looked up... there were los abuelos. They were sitting on a park bench, talking and relaxing. I took a few pictures of them before they could notice me, and then walked up and asked, "una photo?", before realizing it was me they waved me off thinking I was some beger with a camera. Then we sat, I took more pictures and we fed the pigeons. Of course we discussed Bolivian politics, and the reasons why Miguel should be president, bought some cafe con leche, and headed back on the micro.

I just had dinner with everyone at the house (Jorge, Loyda, y los abuelos). Abuelita told me she does not like to be called abuela, I got to remember that. We talked politics again, and abuelo complained that from the ministers to the vagabonds; everyone in Bolivia is corrupt. Everyone will cheat you, from the micro driver, to the cabinet staff of the president, to the girl from the shoe store last night.

Now I am waiting for Ivan to come over. He brought his two kids and later on his wife joined us as well. We had a great talk about politics, how much money Tiger Woods makes (it was on the news he made 100 million this year), how our kids are doing (well he has kids, I have kid), and what we are doing the rest of my time in Santa Cruz. Ivan has a soccer game on Saturday I think I will go watch, and it looks like Sunday we are off to Semipata.

It is now time for bed. I am getting a much more regular sleep pattern these days. Feels good and very refreshing. Off to downtown tomorrow, right now I am downloading all my pictures from today, charging my camera and getting ready for another day as a tourist.

12-18-2003 The Tourist II: Chammy on the loose
I headed downtown. I did some shopping, and this time for other people. Trying to find gifts for the family back home and my friends as well. Touristy things are kinda expensive though, especially for a gringo like me. They do not mark prices here often, they tell you the price according to what they think you will pay. I did find a store, with a nice couple working and they had great prices. They seemed honest, and had christian music playing. The wife was pregnant, and they offered me deals on everything. Much better prices then what I looked at yesterday. So I bought the place out. I think after me they were going to shut the doors.

Then I walked to the plaza. Taking more pictures. Speaking of pictures, an email on one of fraternity list serves had me cracking up this morning. My fraternity Brother Rey Myles posted this quote, ¨I hope you got some digital pics to put up...this way I can see the "real" Bolivia through your eyes and not some wack book with pictures of some old dude standing by a basket full of whatever harvest that just got picked and some mountains in the background wearin' a throwback pancho he jacked from some Australian tourist back in '78.¨ Too funny bro, and yes I got the real scoop.

I was excited to come and eat at the private social club on the plaza. However, since I decided to enjoy the warm weather and act extra American I wore shorts and flip flops. It is mad hot, I was not about to wear jeans and dress shoes. They would not let me in, they didn´t even ask me to pay to get in. So to put a long story short, I got disced.

So now I am back in Shopping Bolivar (the mall on the plaza) in the cyber cafe. It is funny that everything in this city closes from noon to 2. Lunch time. The only things open are the street vendors, cyber cafes, and places to eat. I am sitting next to some business man who is watching a DVD here on his lunch break. Well I got to send out this post, and then head off to take more pictures. On the way here I stopped a few times and got off the micro to walk and take pictures of different parts of the city. I figure at 20 cents American per ride I can afford to get on and off a few times in the name of my photo journal of Bolivia.

Update
While in Bolivia I will write often, and post when I get the chance. So it will be more of a digest instead of daily posts. I will have dates throughout my posts to let you know where I am and what I did. Pictures will be posted when I can, but more the most part I doubt it at least until I get to La Paz with Miguel.

12-15-2003 The Trip
Well I am on the plane to Miami right now. It got delayed at O'Hare and I am a little worried about how tight my time will be to get to my terminal for my flight to Bolivia. This is two days in a row I was delayed in O'Hare... coincidence? I think not.

I rode here with Hermen and Ramiro. While on the highway we got passed by some Betas from University of Michigan. Abel and Ricardo passed us, I happened to make eye contact with Abel and we were both surprised. We yelled at each other through open car windows at 80-mph and then went on our merry way. The airport was big and crazy. We got food for 30 bucks at some hot dog stand... 30 bucks! Ouch. But I covered it as a thanks to my Brothers for bringing me. Thanks again guys. Sorry we didn't get Giardanos Pizza Hermen, next time.

My flight got delayed, and I just happened to be sitting waiting next to the most annoying people ever some Wisconsin. Talk about weird uneventful stories, which they laughed at while telling. Man, some people just manage to entertain themselves with the most worthless things. Oh well.

The cool thing about the delay is that I got to chat with Novali more. She was funny, she kept saying things, telling me to look, and then she would crack up. Not sure what she was doing, but she found herself very funny. She made some funny animal sounds for me, and then told me she had to go, she was busy. Funny little girl. I will miss not seeing her for the holidays...

I just got done reading the new issue of Sport Compact Car. Guess what car was in the burnout section? None other then a Nissan NX 2000. Nice to see my model Nissan getting some media coverage. Now I am sitting wondering what it is that I forgot... I just know I forgot something. Maybe I will remember once I land in Miami.

My time in Miami was very short. Barely 40 minutes to cross that huge airport and get to my plane. Once on the plane it was a little delayed and I got to make some phone calls and say bye to those I had not called yet. Nothing like making those last minute calls before leaving the country.

With my luck I got to sit next to a family with kids. A little girl about 5, one about 7, and a boy about maybe 2 or 3. They are funny to watch, two parents trying to control three rowdy kids on a plane. I am sure many other passengers get annoyed, but I enjoy it. I guess I now see what mom and dad went through traveling with us three boys... bet we weren't much fun on the plane. When we were sitting in the airport the little girl asked, "Porque aren't we moving?" Reminded me of Novali's Spanglish.

I just got handed this customs sheet, not sure how to fill it out. Figure it isn't a huge deal or the directions would be more clear. So I am leaving a few things blank for now and I guessed on a few items. I did realize that I am not allowed to travel with two laptops, so I guess it is a good thing that I did not end up getting one for my cousin Ivan. It might have caused me trouble at the border.

The flight has a lot of Bolivian military on it, kinda strange. They have UN Badges and look really young. In a time of unrest throughout Bolivia this bothers me a little. Oh well, what can I do? Changing the subject, I wonder what the in-flight movie will be... but I think I am going to try to catch some Zs.

12-16-2003 The Landing
Well I landed. Touched down first in La Paz, then on to Santa Cruz. It felt good landing there, knowing I was back in Bolivia. It has been over 3 years since my last trip. I have been away from family, sites, and Bolivian food for far too long. I have a lot of catching up to do.

I am on the La Paz run way right now. The song Beautiful Day by U2 is on, the sun is glaring off the wing of the plane and the sights out my window are making my day. What is not making my day is that the captain keeps asking if there is a medical doctor on board. Hm... kinda like from the movie Airplane with Leslie Nielson. At least that is all I am thinking of. I took some pictures from the plane window of Mt. Ilimani. It was amazing, the sharp mountain peak breaking through the clouds with the sun reflecting off of the royal point.

Now I am waiting to fly home; funny that I still call Santa Cruz home. It always feels like home when I am there. My Spanish is mediocre at best, childhood memories of my family traditions leave much to be desired and I have not seen the faces of my family in over 3 years. I can't wait!

My Tio Adrian and abuelo came to get me from the Santa Cruz Viru Viru Airport. They were a sight for sore eyes. It was raining in Santa Cruz, a crazy down pore. It has been off and on since then, the roads are all wet. It feels good to be in town. My abuela is already fussing over me. Bringing me flip-flops to wear around the house, double-triple checking to see if I have had enough coffee, and reminding me that even though she can't see very well she will get me whatever I want. I am used to being really independent, but I know she needs to do some things for me to feel needed. Little does she know that all she needs to do is sit and tell me stories, but I guess some coffee goes well with abuela's stories, so I will let her get me another cup.

Tio Jorge and Tia Loyda will be my gracious hosts during my stay here. Oscar, one of my cousins near my age is coming over at 8 pm, I think we will go and see the Matrix. Last time I was here I saw Matrix part one like 5 times. I mean when a show is like $2 why not? The rest of the afternoon will be spent relaxing, stretching my legs and telling all the stories about the family back home to my abuelos.

I am excited to get out and see all the sites. Rio Pirai, Casco Viejo, La Plaza, Shopping Bolivar, and get my shoes shined downtown. The phone keeps ringing, all my cousins are calling. I am excited to see everyone. I am staying kinda far from town but taxis are cheap (well cheap to me) and micros are cheaper (20 cents American). Miguel is set to arrive here on Monday, then we will stay until after Christmas and then head to La Paz for New Years and lots of family visiting and sight seeing as well.

Santa Cruz has grown, a lot. But the good ol' downtown is unchanged. I headed down there after a short nap and a late lunch. I took Micro Azul 21, abuelo said it would pass right by the plaza. He even drew me a map, he took out his pencil (always has one in his shirt pocket) and his pad of paper and made a little map. I thought he actually meant right by the plaza. After noticing that downtown was getting farther away, I jumped off the micro and headed back. I realized the micro only went three blocks away from the plaza (the plaza was not in the drawing so I should of known). Good thing I still remember my way around Santa Cruz.

First stop; Kivon. Had to get some ice cream and cuñape at my all time favorite place. Next time I will stop and eat inside with the parrots, monkeys and other wildlife they might happen to have in their little tropical wonderland masquerading as an ice cream place. Got to love it. Pictures coming soon

Next stop; Plaza 24 de September. It has not changed, but was busier then ever. I could not find any sloths in the trees (sloths are my favorite animal), but I did use the rental cell phones. What is a rental cell phone you might ask, well let me explain. There are people in the plaza wearing colored vests, you go up to them, show them a phone number and they call for you. Once you are done with the call they check the minutes used and bill you. How convenient. You also can get your picture taken from an old school camera (I will get one tomorrow), buy flowers for your girl, or get a sweet shoe polish (Hermen you would be jealous). I used my call to tell my primo Oscar that I am downtown and he does not have to come to get me from the house. I decided to kill some time and then head to his work.

To welcome me home I got ripped off buying shoes. I wanted a nice pair of black shoes, and what better way to get welcomed home then to get hustled cause I am a gringo. Somehow during the negotiation I got confused and walked out thinking I got a good deal. But a few blocks and two cuñapes later... bam! It hit me, she ripped me off. I really need to carry a calculator on me. Either way 35 bucks for some nice dress shoes isn't bad, and I guess I am doing my part of circulating the Bolivia economy.

Once Oscar got off work we went to none other then... Toby Burger! Man it was just as good as I remember. His wife came along and we had a great walk (stopped at Kivon for more ice cream) and then headed home. I sat the rest of the night at the house. Had the typical Centellas discussion over politics and why Bolivia is still poor. Drank some Coca-Cola (seriously it tastes better here) and then went to bed.

Right now I am trying to sleep, but can't because I am anxious for tomorrow. The schedule for now is to head downtown and be a tourist. I will be packing the camera and taking Santa Cruz by storm. I will get all the pictures out of the way in one day. So hopefully I won't look too much like a tourist the rest of time (I think the pasty skin, poor spanish, wide-eyed look, and American clothes give me way anyways).

12-17-2003 Yes I am fat
I got up around 9 am, didn't want to pull a Miguel and sleep until noon. I had some good breakfast and watched the abuelos work around the house. My abuelos live here with my Tio Jorge, they have a spare room which is great and I am glad to have a place to stay. I dropped off some clothes to get washed, and now am going to jump in the shower.

Loyda's father was at the house this morning as well. When introduced the first comment was, "estas gordo." What's the deal? Every single member of my family has commented on my fatness. Not in a derogatory way, but still. Everyone here is so skinny and in shape. I guess I will have to get used to it, got a lot more family members to meet. Alright, the pity party is over, I got to get ready and hit the road.

First thing after hitting downtown... cyber cafe. I can not go much more then 3 days without internet. My mailbox fills up, and I just need to be connected. So first stop was to a computer. After this I am off to an exciting photo shoot of my Santa Cruz. Pictures coming soon

Los abuelos dicen hola a toda la familia alli! Abuelo reminded me 5 times before leaving to say that en mi pagina de internet. Lunch time.

Bolivia!
I am packed. Got to run a few errands and I am done. One hour ahead of schedule. I am very excited, nervous and just wanting to get on the road. I am walking around the house, assuming I forgot something. I hope not.

I will be blogging from Bolivia, but more then likely without pictures since I will not have my laptop on me. Maybe I will find a way to post some pictures. Either way, keep checking here for updates. Ramiro, Hermen and I leave for the airport in a few minutes. Take care everyone! Be safe, and have a happy holidays. I will miss all of you, and bring back tons of pictures... and if you are lucky a gift. Anyone need a llama wool sweater?

Peace!

Not in First Class
~ I am writing this post while on the plane.

The San Antonio trip is over. The conference was excellent, some great stories to share and funny times with the Betas, team GVSU, and all my AFA/NIC friends. Right now I am writing this from the plane, with Shawna stressing over the fact that sometimes planes can crash on take off (she was really scared). I have never really been scared on planes, I get on, find my seat, take my shoes off, and pretend like I am in first class (we are one row behind them) by putting my feet up on the seat (or wall) in front of me. Good times.



The conference ended well. Our stay at the Quinta hotel (it was across the street) was interesting. The sign in front read, "Yes we are still open", how inviting. It was next to a Denny's and one night walking home I got to watch the cops wrestle a guy to the floor while he still yelled what he planned to do to the other guy. What fun. But we got free continental breakfast, so it worked out. The cinnamon twists were awesome.

The closing banquet was great. Ammar (SLB President) did the invocation and showed how much of a powerhouse the Betas really are in the Greek world. It was a good feeling sitting with all the National Association of Latino Fraternal Organizations (NALFO) and we represented for the cultural Greeks. The weekend of networking was great. We also had a mini GVSU reunion when we all skipped a session to watch the national championship football game. We won the game, and then Shawna and I ran to some receptions.

One of the best parts of this conference are the fun receptions. It is a nice change to catch up with some folks and have a beer and talk about how work, school and family life are going. I love being in such a personable field. Example; when I saw Jon Hockman, who is one of most well know Greeks in the country (Delt Sig Executive Director for many years, now a consultant) the first thing he asked was about Novali. How cool is that?

It was also a good time at the Order of Omega reception to get recognized again for the hard work on winning the case study. The Order of Omega scholarships and competition are all normally dominated by folks from BGSU. It was nice for us to get some representation for our program at GVSU.



~ Right now the first class people are getting their hot towels. Would it be that hard for the rest of us 'common' folk to get a hot towel?

We land in a Ohare in a few hours, then a one hour layover and off to Grand Rapids. Tonight I will have to pack, hopefully talk to all my family, do the Beta photoshoot, relax (not too much), take care of some school items, and get everything ready to fly to the homeland. I am so excited.

I am sure you are wondering what I mean with Beta photoshoot. I was asked to help do some pictures for the new national website. So as part of my break this afternoon when I am in Michigan I invited the GVSU and WMU Betas to come over and we will take tons of pictures. I want some fun shots, I was hoping for some snow to get those pictures but no luck (probably a good thing since I am flying and all).

Being sick is no fun right now. I have been sick for the last few days, all the stress and traveling caught up with me. Shawna and Aaron were hoping I would not give it to them. I hope not to, cause being sick sucks. Especially for me since tomorrow I have to fly again. This entire weekend I had to run to the bathroom to blow my nose and it just plane out sucked. I am not a huge medicine person either, but I just might have to pick up some 'Tussin. At least the sun burn (okay... 'tanner' burn) is starting to feel better.

Well I am on the plane, and I think I might try to get some sleep. Shawna is eating her granola bar one kernal at a time, I inhaled mine, and now I need sleep. Oh yeah, this time I got the whole coke can, not just that mini-cup with lots of ice and a little pop. The whole can! It is the small things which make me feel special, I mean since I am not in first class.

I will post this when I touch down in Michigan. Adios!

Yeah its GVSU!
Well I am in San Antonio. I arrive on Wednesday and we are having a good time. Who is we? Well I mean team GVSU Greek; Aaron Haight, Shawna Cullen and of course myself. We are here for the Association of Fraternity Advisors (AFA) annual meeting. Lets recap my trip.

Getting ready to come was insane. Very busy. Had to write some papers, then pack, get stuff from Meijers, prepare for my Bolivia trip, and get a haircut. Lots to do, and I still found time on Tuesday night to go to Perkins to eat with my Brothers. Good times, even though Ramiro almost killed us a few times on the way.

Surprisingly on Wednesday at 8am I was able to get a haircut. I opened the Allendale phonebook, which is very thin, and found the first place in the book. Anne's Beauty shop. I called and she was able to get me in. Yeah! So I drove over. The place was on the side of a house, very small, she (I assume Anne) was a shorter old lady. She started to cut my hair. We chatted. She happened to be going to San Antonio this weekend as well! Wow. And the other great thing was, the haircut was only $7! Nothing beats a good $7 haircut, with no appointment, at 8am in the morning.

Well that afternoon, after some good times with Shawna on the place (she is a scared flyer) we made it to Texas. It was not very warm, but kinda sunny. Either way better then Michigan. The riverwalk is awesome! Very scenic, great places to eat and drink, and awesome atmosphere.

Now the conference. Well it has been awesome. Some of you might know about what AFA is, for those who don't here is a recap. It is the national association for people who advise fraternities and sororities. The conference is held in conjunction with the North American Interfraternity Conference (NIC) which is the national group for all of the large national fraternities. So there are tons of Greeks here, and every Greek advisor in the country. Lots of fun.

Last year I developed a good professional network here. Made some great connections and reunited with some of the people who made a difference in my life. That is why I am in the field, because people can make a difference. The field might not make me rich, but working with fraternities and making a difference is very rewarding. It beats designing car parts and making other people richer.




Well at this conference there is a case competition. That is when teams of two students are given a hypothetical situation and then have to say what they would do to solve it. Some of you might remember that I won the GVSU competition with Becky in February. Shawna and I competed last year and did not place. So we came back for more, figuring that Bowling Green would win again. See, BGSU is the big school in Greek Life. They have the most professionals in the field and have a great grad program. They usually win the competition and are really cocky at the competition. Was team GVSU intimidated? No way. And guess what... we won! We won! We won! When they announce our names I could not believe it (well I could since I dreamed we won, and Shawna predicted it) and walked to the stage to get our award check. It felt good. you know what felt better... when leaving the luncheon, I heard a group of the BGSU grads complaining to one of their supervisors... it felt good. Did I mention we won?

So I have had a blast. Good receptions, good times, excellent talks with many old and new friends. I am dropping hints on jobs, and also getting many people coming to me about jobs. It feels good to have people seeking me out, instead of me out there hunting. Did I mention I am having a good time? Well I am.

Right now we are watching GVSU on ESPN2. We are in the national football championship football for division 2. It is exciting. Watching to see our students on TV. The things which excite you at a small school... sad I know.

Back to the game. Tonight is the fancy dinner, then at the crack of dawn to fly back to Michigan. I will be in Michigan for 24 hours, then I turnaround to fly to Bolivia! Yeah!

The Spork
As many of you have been witness, I know a lot of random stuff. People always ask me, why do you know that? I simply answer, I read it somewhere. Today I will lay to rest the mystery and let people know why I know, what it is that I know, and how I came to know it. Stick with me here folks.

I went in to work at GVSU today at a little before 8 am. I drank tea today instead of coffee, and I got some work done. Then around 11 I was done with meetings and such and headed to my other job, downtown to CompuCraft. On my way I picked up some Taco Bell, which I know is not authentic, but who cares. I got two soft tacos and my favorite item, the Zesty Chicken Bowl. What does this have to do with my random knowledge? Nothing yet, I am getting to it, stick with me folks.

The two tacos were great, I put mild sauce on them. Then the chicken bowl, they always kinda overflow and just smell great. I love them, but you know what I really love? The spork. Now you are really wondering, what does this have to do with anything? Stick with me folks.

As I ate I wondered about the spork. Where the name came from, and maybe even who invented it and when. Who first uttered the word, 'spork.' Then began my quest. Using my favorite intellectual resource I searched the web. My first couple google searches came up with sites with no useful information. Some non-reliable sites like this: The Ralph, and Housing and Food. Then I got it... what I was looking for. I found some useful information on the US Patent Website. The first listing for a the spork was in 1907, with new updates to the spork in, 1960, 1970, 1978, and an ornamental design in 1998.

One site had some useful information as well, and about tons of other inventions: About Dot Com. That site linked to another site which was all about the Taco Bell Spork! This was so cool, and so delightfully strange that I had to link to. Sporks are Godlike. Look at the anatomy of the spork, too funny.

Does that answer the questions now? I have random knowledge, because I look up random things when the idea comes to me. So if anyone ever happens to ask about the spork, I can say, "It was first patented in 1907, with updates as recent as 1998." Guess what, you now have some more random knowledge as well. Wasn't that fun?

Well I just wasted a lot of time, I got to get back to this huge to-do-list I got. Later.

Reading
I am at MSU relaxing and doing some reading. Last night my fraternity crossed many new men into our Brotherhood. It was a great night and now I have 16 new men to call my Brothers. I was especially proud of a one guy, Ismael Vargas from WMU. I always wanted him to become a Brother, he is smart, hard working, dedicated to his family and wants to better his community. The perfect Lambda Beta man. He did it, and as of 12/6/2003 WMU has a new Brother. Congrats Ish! Now I got to update the website...

Now I am killing time at the MSU Union, waiting for Andres to call me and see what is up. We are getting some food then hanging out before the party tonight. I need to get back early cause I have a ton to do tomorrow. Still need to pack, get more done, and prepare for my trips. I am excited.

During my time killing here I was looking for a funny quote I had read before from Donald Rumsfield. I found it, and I want to share it here on the blog:

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.

We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.

But there are also unknown unknowns.
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

That is deep. No not really. I found it funny and I thought I should post it and share with the rest of you. Back to my reading.

This posted late because Blogger was messed up.

Vacation
Yes the Centellas boys like to work until we are so stressed out we get sick. Then we take a mini-vacation-sick-day and feel all better and back in the swing. So today is my day. I was run a little ragged the last few days and now today I am home.

What is funny is that I get more work done on these sick days then I actually get done in the office. I work in such an unproductive environment at GVSU.

All the stresses of this week are behind me. Ordered my passport. My group presentation went well last night. I got almost everything ordered for my trip to Bolivia. My new laptop is everything I wanted and more (the backlit keyboard). I taught Becky how to drive stick. Updated my websites, and I cleaned my room.

I still got a lot to get done before next week. GVSU Greek Conference coordinator work done. Western Regional Greek Association promotional materials need to be created and sent out by Monday. End of Semester report for GVSU is due tomorrow. Work out my next semester schedule with CompuCraft. I need to catch some fake bake so I am not in Bolivia all pasty. And I got get some food cause I am hungry.

Well back to my to-do-list.

Getting it done
Alright, I have had a ton of things to get done the last few days. I went to a UPS store to get an "Instant Passport" done. That was a trip. This guy took out his training manual in front of me on how he is supposed to do the paperwork. I am still a little worried about not getting it in time... I will not rest until it is in my hand.

I have a few last class project things to get done this week. Next week I leave for San Antonio so I have to have all my final projects and everything done ASAP. Plus not to mention all my end of the year GVSU things I have to complete. End of semester report, learning contract, evaluation, on top of all my regular duties. Oh yeah... that Board of Directors I am on... Western Region Greek Association needs my attention as well for some web work and promotional materials. I love being busy!

On the brighter note, my newer laptop came in, equipped with backlit keyboard and everything. Did another data transfer last night and she is up to speed now! I love it. I also got my delivery notice from Staples that my jumpdrive is in. Sweet. USB Quick storage here I come! Andres - I will be at MSU this weekend and I will bring yours.

Well I am done working here at CompuCraft for the day. Now off to GVSU and good times at class.

Ciao!

Passport?
I used to be the most organized, structured person in the world. Everthing in its place, neat, and I planned ahead for everything. Things have changed this last year and half. I forget stuff, lots of stuff, I put things off, I procrastinate, I just am not the same ol Sam.

This weekend, two weeks before my trip to Bolivia I decided to check on my passport. I swear I thought it was still good... but it was not. So now I have less then two weeks to my trip and I need a new passport. Issues: my old passport for some reason is at my parents house, I was born overseas which is always an issue, and I don't have time to drive to Chicago to go to the Bolivia Consul.

So what am I to do? I always manage to find a way, which might be what has lead to my increased amount of laziness (knowing that it will always work out in the end). I found a place in Grand Rapids that can do it for me super fast. My dad is mailing me my passport, next day air. So I should get my passport on time, more costly, but on time so I can make my trip.

I sense a New Years Resolution coming on... No More Procrastinating. But I will wait to start that resolution until New Years.

Quiero Mami
Tonight she cried. It has been a week and tonight she asked were mami was... and then she cried. She stopped once I got Finding Nemo started, but she still sniffled a little. Tomorrow morning we head to Chicago and I have to give her up again. I will not see her for two weeks, and when I do see her again it will be briefly before I board my flight to Bolivia. So that means it will be sometime before I get such great quality time with her.

This week was the best. We played, we drove from city to city, we ate, we watched movies, we shopped, we ate, took lots of pictures and just had a good time. So for those who missed the action, here it is in living color. Check out Novalí's picture page: Novali's Pictures

Long day of driving tomorrow... then it is back to the grind.