The waiting game
T minus 24 hours to the Greek Leadership Conference... everything is ready. Just have to pick up booklets from the print shop, wait for shirts to arrive, get speakers from airport and keep Shawna (also know as Shauna Colin from having a nervous breakdown about the budget)... and we are a go for lift off!

We had a typical poorly written Grand Valley Lanthorn article about the conference. The article can be viewed here, Lathorn on-line. The picture is actually of Alpha Sigma Phi from recruitment. Half the quotes are wrong and none of the facts are right. But they wrote about Greeks, so in a way I am happy. We now have over 250 registered and maybe more registering on site. I am very excited, this is going to be great.

After the conference I am heading to Saginaw. My brother Andres is coming and presenting at the conference, so he will stay with me and then off to Saginaw in the morning. I took Monday off work at GVSU so I just have to swing back in time to work at CompuCraft. Also... I have a meeting with a potential client for OutSight Design and Consulting. Wish me luck on that and the conference this weekend.

Peace!

Pictures
Yes I know, Bolivia pictures. They are coming, really they are. Just not this week. Getting everything done for this conference here at GVSU this weekend has consumed my time. However I did squeeze in some time to edit some Novali photos from her visit last weekend with my parents. I wanted to take a break this morning to do something fun, here they are:

Reading her LeapFrog book with my parents.

Running down the hallway, if you have ever seen her run you will find this funny.

Swimming with grandpa.

With her mami getting dry after the pool.

I also have a video here to post as well. I am putting this on her website as well, but here is the link. You need to have Quicktime loaded on your computer to view the video. Us Mac user will already have it loaded, you PC users might need to download it.
Video Clip

Alright I got to get back to work now. Finishing up a few things at Compucraft and now heading to GVSU for the rest of my day. Adios.

Single Genius
Becky IMed me today to tell me that she found that we have Aristotle and Plato to thank for Table of Contents and other writing items of interest. For some reason the first thing that popped in my head was to ask, "Were both of them single?"

Why would I ask such a question? They were both single (actually I just looked it up, and Aristotle was married, but briefly). Two of the greatest minds ever, were not only friends (Plato was Aristotle's tutor), but they both died single. They dedicated their lives to something besides the pursuit of love. They never had to worry about anniversary gifts, visiting in laws, finding a reception hall, or trolling the singles bars.

Is this a weird post? Yes. Maybe weirder then my spork one, but follow me here.

Greatness. What makes a man (or woman) great? How does one measure that? Is it the combination of all accomplishments; a body of work or an heir?

This weekend Becky and I went to the Detroit Autoshow. What beauty, what style, pure ingenuity. Many of those cars are a legacy of a mans work sculpted in metal, shrouded with electronic gadgets and sitting on rubber. As a small child I dreamed of designing one of those, being the man behind the design, to be the creator of the vision.

The closest I came was working in an interior auto design studio. I worked on concept cars (Ariston, Kion and Playseat) and new car launches (namely the famous PT Cuiser, 2002 Accord, 2003 M Class). Living my dream, designing cars, being in meetings with the minds behind some of the most popular metal on the road. All these men were single, or divorced and never saw their kids. We worked 70 hour weeks together. We slaved over every detail of those cars. Our lives revolved around making those awe inspiring cars, to make kid's eyes pop, and adult's mouths drool. Similarly to how Plato and the early philosophers treated their trade.

One day I realized I wanted something else for my life. Every human wants to leave a legacy, wants to think that once they are gone the world will remember them. I decided I did not want my work to be my life, but rather my life to be my work. I started doing more things I wanted, crafting my life like a designer crafts a car.

So what am I trying to say? Lots of things.

Keep things in perspective.

Do what makes you happy, but not at the expense of others.

What you do is your legacy, so think out each action carefully.

Sometimes your childhood dreams should stay where they were... in the mind of child.

Don't be afraid to try. Trying is the one thing you will always succeed at.

Or in the words of the famed Henry David Thoreau:

My life has been the poem I would have writ,
But I could not both live and utter it.

I want my life to be a poem. Memorable, fascinating, tear jerking, dream creating, and so good you can taste it... and yes I think it should rhyme.

To Do List
I have a long to-do-list. I am not complaining. I had a great vacation and one of the draw backs is having to miss some work and school and make it up. I am making it up now.

In trying to keep up with work I have forgone the fun things in life. Like writing on my blog and posting pictures of Novali and my Bolivia trip. This will all get done this weekend, but for now I want to post some teaser pictures of what is coming soon and give some updates on life in Allendale, MI.

Valerie

Little Valerie and bundled up

Naked in the tub

Raquel is doing well with her little girl. Her and Daniel are handling everything as well as can be expected of first time parents. I remember what it was like... not knowing what to do, asking mom everything, non-stop gifts from dad for the kid, and hoping things turn out good. I hate that I was never there everyday to get the full experience, I am jealous of Raquel for that. Great pictures from our dad. He got a digital camera. Can't wait to see the pictures of Novali from the weekend dad... still waiting.

Novalí

Hanging around the house with the famous bunny, Nono.

Getting ready for the day (thats her potty... yeah for no more diapers)

On the way to Michigan she wanted milk...

...and juice at the same time!

When my family was in town we went to my favorite little bar...

With her Tio Andres at none other then BFE.

It was great seeing Novali when getting back from Bolivia. I did not see her for four weeks and it was killing me! Andres came, my mom got her in the pool, and my dad snapped a million photos (which I need copies of...). The weekend was great and got me relaxed before starting this crazy week.

Bolivia Pics

In La Paz walking around with Miguel.

At Rio Pirai with Felipe and abuelito.

I know you all want to see the Bolivia pictures. I took nearly 800 pictures and now I need to sort them and see what I want to put online. They will be up hopefully early next week. It will be a huge gallery so look out. I also will write a little about each picture.

Life
As crazy as work and things are I am feeling good about life right now. I made the decision that no matter what I am moving to Chicago this summer. I will not accept a job anywhere else. I had a hard time being away from Novali for four weeks, and I am tired of the long drives. I want to be closer. So Greek advisor job or not, I am moving to Chicago. I will find something, it is the one thing in life I can always count on, the unexpected good things. Life has a strange way of working itself out when you really need something, and I need to be closer. So that is that.

Car
No my car is not broken down, well not the Nissan. The Mercury just cost me a small fortune. Tamara lost the muffler to the car while driving over break, so I paid 200 bucks for that and an oil change. Then while on her way back to Chicago with Novali the car broke down... she needed to get towed. The bill for the repair was over 700 bucks. Ouch. When it snows it blizzards.

Weekend
Tonight: work and laundry. Not much fun. Tomorrow: work, meetings, and then thesis cram session with Becky. Not much fun. Saturday: Detroit Autoshow with Becky. Lots of fun! Sunday. Work, meetings, posting pictures, and maybe some time for fun, but I doubt it.

Life goes on. Thanks for reading and commenting folks. It makes my day.

Winter Wonderland
No it is not. I like sweater weather, but not snow and cold. Being dressed in layers is just fun. You can be wearing your favorite funky t shirt under a conservative sweater to work and no one knows. It's fun. However driving in snow sucks, being cold stinks, and wet floors in the apartment are a slip-and-fall hazard. Either way I am back in the Michigan, drove the NX this morning for the first time in nearly four weeks and am using Max (my laptop) again. Lets recap my return home.

Wednesday - in a plane all day. Left for the airport at 6am, landed in Chicago at 8pm. Kinda long. I did meet Sean Paul (reggae star) in Miami, almost got arrested for taking his picture. Who knew taking pictures near the airport security area was a federal offense? After a nice 30 minute interogation I will be sure to never take my camera out near there again! Novali and Tamara were waiting for me when I got to the luggage area. Novali's huge mouth when she saw me made the long hours of plane time melt away and she ran to hug her papi. I am home.

Thursday - Novali and I played all day.

Friday - came to Michigan finally. My parents are in town staying at the luxurious Sleep Inn right here in lovely Allendale, MI. We ate at the Country Cupboard and I got mad punches on my punch card, very happy about that. Three bucks off here I come!

Today - I am about to run and get Andres from the bus station. He will chill with the family this afternoon. I will hand out some xmas gifts and I am sure my mom will get Novali in the pool of the hotel. Good ol' Centellas family fun. Minus Miguel who is still in Bolivia and Raquel who is taking care of her now one week old baby Valerie.

Within the next few days expect to see a full photo on-line tour of my trip to Bolivia, some new Novali photos, and hear about my hair falling out as I mad dash to try to get caught up on four weeks of being gone. Ah. I am home...

Back in the Heat
Holy hot batman! Saturday night I arrived back in Santa Cruz, and what heat! La Paz has a great climate, a little cold in the mornings but in the afternoon a great cool temperature and then nice fresh cool evenings. Now Santa Cruz... is just plain nasty hot.

Yesterday we had an asado at my Tio Adrian´s house. Claudia got back from her trip so I finally got to see her. As the afternoon got hotter and reached 91 degrees we all went to the famous Rio Pirai. It was like I remembered, little stands selling all kinds of typical Bolivian food. You had to keep your hand on your wallet cause pick pockets and crooks were all over. I rented two four wheelers and Felipe and I took Tio Ruben´s girls out on the river banks. It was a fun and I got some more sun.

Last night had some duck with Tio Joge and his family. I have spent the most time with them. Oscar, Fernando and Ivan have been great. Tio Jorge has the closest family of all the uncles here. Two of his kids are married, Ivan with two kids and Oscar with one on the way, and Fernando enjoying the single life a little more.

Two more days in Bolivia. I will spend my last few times riding the Blue 21 Micro. Internet in Shopping Bolivar next to business men watching DVDs on lunch break and kids chatting on MSN. Getting hassled by taxi drivers and everyone else for a few extra pesos for the ´gringo´price. Ah...

Family Update - my sister had her little girl! Finally. She was getting very annoyed with being very big and pregnant. So on January 3rd, my sister Raquel had her little girl. Valerie Anne, who was born 7.2 pounds and 19,3/4 long. So now I am an uncle. Here is a link to a picture my dad sent me. Valerie.

Well now I am heading over to the Santa Cruz Social Club. Today will be my last try to get in there and have lunch. I just want something to eat, since I was a little kid I wanted to eat there. Wish me luck.

HAPPY NEW YEARS
Last night was an adventure. Miguel and I were going to spend new years with some of his American friends (also Fullbright Scholars) and go to a party some Brazilian´s were throwing. We finished our afternoon shopping and headed home to change.

12-31-2003 Four Americans, a Brazilian Party and Techno
We planned just a casual new years thinking the Brazilian party would be crazy. As we walked down to meet Steve and Maria we got a call from Steve. He was just told that the party has a theme, you had to be wearing blue and white, and bring a bottle of Rum or Wiskey. I brought nothing blue and white, and Miguel just dropped his white dress shirts off at the cleaners...Whatt to do?

The four of us went to dinner and discussed plans. Neither knew who was throwing the party, or even where it was. We ate at a great little Cuban place and came to the conclusion that if we did not go dressed it up it would be fine. Figuring after some drinks and partying with Brazilians they would not care anyways.

While at the store getting the drinks, I had a novel idea...Why not get white lab coats from a grocery store and wear those? The gang loved the idea and we asked. The first few places said no, and looked at us very strangely for asking. Finally as we headed to Steve´s apartment a little hair salon let us borrow two of their little outfits. Miguel and I, wearing the least blue and white (non actually) got the two smocks. Maria had a light blue sweater on and then tied a sheet around her waist for the blue and white thing. Steve wore a white undershirt on top of his shirt and wore bluish green leather jacket on top. We were ready for the party, bring on the Samba!

We met up with the Brazilian girl, who dressed nicely as opposed to our ragtag outfits, who knew the place and off we went. As we came close to the place we realized this was not what we had expected. This party was not an apartment party, with tons of crazy partying Brazilians. The place was a house, three stories with a huge courtyard and straight up money. There was a guest list. Most of the people in suits, or dressed like rock stars. Free drinks, free food, free champagne, and even a fireworks show at midnight (4th of July type private show). It was amazing.

Throughout the night in the yard there was a DJ, a live band, and even a girl who twirled these ropes with fireballs on the ends. It was crazy. The crowd was mixed, half people above 40, then other all about our age (20-30). The music was all house trance (techno kinda), no samba but still towards the end even the old people danced. People were showing up all night, we left at 4am and people were still just coming in. I had fun getting to know Miguel´s friends and just having a cool new years. Very memorable. What a house! What a party! What a new Year!

Resolution? Not going to share those here. But I want to highlight some interesting Bolivian traditions. Underwear. All week they have been selling at all the stores and local stands lots of red and yellow underwear for women. Finally we asked what was up with that (it is strange to see cholas selling red and yellow thongs all over the streets)? The vendor said that if a girl wears red it means she wants love this year, and especially tonight. The yellow are hoping for a good fortune and money. Pink ones were hoping for good health for the year.

Another tradition. Counting money. In all the streets you could buy fake American money, in large quantities. At midnight they said if you count tons of money you will have a good new year financially. The Brazilians put 12 grapes in their champagne, and as they eat each grape hey say a wish for the new year. Interesting traditions.

1-01-2004 Whole New Year!
This morning I still got up early. I ventured out around 10:30am and saw this town deserted. I mean totally empty. I took a cab to the market area we went to yesterday afternoon and it was dead. One or two little stands were open, but that was it. The once jammed intersectionion was completely clear and crossing the street did not make me fear my life.

I went back home and woke up Miguel. We got lunch, I had fricase and now we are waiting for a Bolivian movie to start. Los Hijos del Ultimo Jardin. Looks pretty interesting.

Peanut Soup
I find La Paz about the same as last time. Little has changed, names of restaurants have changed but the city seems about the same. I am enjoying having Miguel as a tour guide, he loves to immerse himself in a city and really get to know it, that makes it easy for me to learn the ins-and-outs of the city quickly. I was his tour guide in Santa Cruz, now the roles are reversed.

12-29-2003 Lunch with an Aussie
We had a great lunch. At Gringo Limon we met up with Miguel's friend Daniel's sister. Monica married an Australian who speaks little Spanish. They have a little boy, exactly Novali's age; he was born on April 12th, two days after Novali. It was funny cause I saw the same language struggle as Novali in Benjamin. We exchanged funny kid stories and ate a great lunch. Darrel said he loves Bolivian asado (BBQ), so we became friends right away. Nothing like a big piece of well cooked Bolivian food, yum. Surprisingly though I only ate peanut soup and chu\'96o, no red meat. I will make up for that at dinner I am sure.

Then Miguel and I headed to the bank, the same one I used to change money in Santa Cruz. I was surprised to not find two hot Bolivian girls (Cruceñas) working the door, all the banks in Santa Cruz would have hot chicks there. They usually were just standing around doing nothing, maybe helping someone use an ATM, or trying to give directions, but mostly just beautifying the environment.

Off to the market. Miguel just moved, so we had to restock his fridge. We went to his little neighborhood market to get the essentials, well what Miguel calls essentials. This being yogurt, crackers, jam, granola, you know... all that healthy stuff. Miguel is preparing his kitchen (the only room that actually really has stuff in it) and I am blogging waiting for some coffee. While I wait I will describe Miguel's new place (photo coming soon as well).

You enter into the living room, beautiful hardwood floors with windows lining one wall, and no furniture. That room blends into the dinning room, same flooring and windows, except here we find a small breakfast table, two chairs and a big cardboard box holding up Miguel's comics and a few books. To your left is the hallway; the first left is a nice spacious bedroom and to the right the huge bathroom, down the hall the kitchen and breakfast nook. The bedroom is really nice, big and roomy. Right now just a bed, suitcases and a speaker set (the woofer is Miguel's makeshift desk) fill the room. The kitchen is at the complete end of the hallway, small but has everything a one-bedroom apartment needs, except a working outlet. The nook has the fridge (no outlet in the kitchen) and has cool square windows lining one wall giving a great natural light into the room. Matched with a beautiful view out the front door, close market and internet cafes, pretty much the prefect apartment. ~ Does this sound like a real estate add or what?

We are heading out to explore La Paz a little more and meet up with Darrel. So more pictures and walking up-and-down and then more up-and-down, and then up-and-down through the streets of La Paz. Our first trip was to the Valle de la Luna. Which is high up on the outside of La Paz. Talk about an amazing view. You could see the city and how it is nestled right in the valley, or get a close look at a few houses and how they built them on the edges of cliffs, and finally a great view of the La Paz golf course, which Darrel said is awesome to play.

Then we headed to San Miguel, always the popular spot. We were looking for a place to get some coffee and an afternoon bite. We found a nice place on a corner and enjoyed more conversation. We parted ways and headed home.

Our nighttime activity would be a peña. This is when you get a late dinner, and there is a folkloric show during your dinner. Our Tio Eduardo and Tia Teresa invited us, tio said he called and found a place open on a Monday night (most are just weekends). So we met up with them and headed out. Too bad the place was a closed, so we droving trying to find something else to do, and luckily we found another place.

It was great, the five-man band played songs from all the regions of Bolivia. They played some great songs, and one of my favorite salles. I had the best piece of trout ever and everyone ate like kings. Afterwards we went driving and stopped at this place called las belas. It is a late night food place (it was now 12:30) and they have everything from antecucho (heart meat and potato on a shish kabob) and chicharron (kind like Mexican chorrizo) sandwiches. I got a sandwich, and much to Miguel's disgust even got the lettuce on it. I have no fear on eating street food, maybe that is why my stomach hurts so much here. Either way my tongue is happy and I can say I tried it all!

12-30-2003 Oruro
We got to the bus station at 6:30am. Tickets to Oruro were only 10bs, which means about $1.40, cheap! Martin, Miguel and I slept the entire way on the bus. I love those buses, huge, you can recline nearly all the way back, and kids are in the aisles selling things in case you forgot something. It was a fast 3-hour trip and a brand-new highway.

We arrived and the city was exactly what I expected, not much. The city is an old mining town, of which nearly all the mines are closed and the city survives off of a little tourism and mostly off carnival, which is the biggest in Bolivia there. They practice all year round and have many famous dances, but this is not carnival season.

The museums were cool, we walked through and old mine and saw many ancient artifacts. The old world culture was very evident in the town. The plaza was well kept the municiple building had a long line of people there complaining about something, just like any good Bolivian town. We walked and saw the old buildings and then headed to lunch. We ate a feast. I got lamb ribs, but I swear they brought half of the lamb! It was served with just one potato, meat and potatoes. I was in heaven. Some ice cream to finish the meal and then we headed back to the bus terminal. It was a short visit, Martin had to be back for a dinner and there was not much to see anyways. The trip was well worth it! The stories from the bus terminal, sellers on the bus, goofy tour guides, old buildings, and a hot mom (right Martin?). Too many stories to post here, but pictures will be coming soon.

We got back and relaxed a little and got ready to go out. Daniel called and we met up with him and another of Miguel's friends and went to the coolest little bar. It was like just out of the movie swingers! Slow music playing, nearly empty, bartender knows everyone and tells jokes, no sign out front, and you know you are with good company. The bartender and I had fun making new drinks and trying to stump me on what was in them. I learned some awesome drinks, Illimani, we made a new one called 'Samuel', rusty nail, etc. It was great.

Paola and a friend showed up as well, just after Daniel left. I almost felt like a regular by then, had my same seat as new people came in and cracking jokes with the barkeep. Good times. We finished our drink and went to Cafe Ciudad. It was past 10 and I had not eaten since 1 so I was hungry. A pique machu later we took off. They were heading home, and I was off to meet my primo Martin to see more of the La Paz nightlife.

I met him and a one of his girlfriends at a bar called Green. It was decorated with all old rock memorabilia. Billy Joel, Pink Floyd, Beatles, Elton John, etc. The music was great and they taught me a card came. As usual I had beginners luck and we had a good time chatting. Then off to Mangos.

Mangos is a famous bar here. It was where most tourists go, and the Bolivian girls go to pick up rich foreigners; well that is what Miguel said. I am not rich, and only half foreign so I did not worry a lot about it. The place was different then I expected. Yes a lot of travelers, but not much 'picking up' was going on. We got a table and I tried a few different drinks, a special micro brew, a 'latin lover', and some white russians later we took off. Time for bed.

12-31-2003 Cafe con leche
I got up early today and ran down (you literally run down because Miguel lives on a major hill, you have a to take a taxi home it is so steep) to the local wireless coffee shop. Miguel was still sleeping and I am not sure when he will show up. I like being alone and walking the streets at my own pace and stopping when I want. Right now 'The Lady in Red' is playing, kind weird.

Once he arrives we are off to the San Francisco plaza area. That is the big old cathedral in La Paz, and also the big tourist area. We will hit up the witches market (I need some eye of newt and cat nail), get some touristy things and just chill. Then lunch with more family. Still no defined plans for tonight. We have several options, Miguel runs with a few different clicks here. Either way I am excited for a New Years in La Paz.

Well back to my coffee, waiting for Miguel, and high school memories of the lady in red song. Ah...

HAPPY NEW YEARS to all! See you all soon!

El Alto
When most people arrive in La Paz the altitude hits them and they have a hard time breathing and getting around. The city sits at about 3,700 meters, I say about because it varies. The city is in valley, the high points get to around 4000, and the low parts to 3200. All that up and down wears you out, not to mention I was sick when I got here. I am going to have a tough first few days. Here is the count.

12-27-2003 Dumbos
We arrived in La Paz. I could feel the altitude right away. The beauty of the city, chizeled out of a rocky mountain valley, lights climbing and dropping over the sloped horizon, and our taxi hurling down the windy road hugging curves and mounting speeds bumps... Ah, La Paz. We stopped at Miguel's new apartment in Sopocachi for just long enough to drop off our bags and then we headed to the San Miguel neighborhood to meet our cousin Martin for dinner.

Walking through San Miguel brought back great memories. The small little village style neighborhoods present a unique style of created communities with their own everything. One found memory of this area was at the Dumbo ice cream shop when we ran into some of the Bolivian national soccer team. So when they mentioned that place to eat, I was all for it. Some Pique Macho, and coca tea and now I really am reminded of my previous trips here. Then we walked to Martin's house. Our tio Juan (abuelito's brother) was there and we said hello, he was on his way out. So we grabbed a few of Miguel's things he left there and headed home.

Tomorrow we will move the last of Miguel's things from his old apartment on the Prado. Then an afternoon asado at Martin's and some relaxing. We are planning a Monday trip to Oruro, which is one of the older and more untouched cities in Bolivia, and it is were my dad was born.

12-28-2003 Soroche
We woke up and headed to the Prado, which is the main downtown strip. That is where Miguel used to live and we went to get a few more of his things. Then we went to his wireless internet cafe right there and I had more Mate de Coca cause the altitude was bothering me.

As we started to walk towards the street to get a MiniBus to the San Miguel district we saw clouds moving in. The beauty of being in such a high city was that the clouds were barely above our heads. It was a great site, until it started raining. Then we hussled a little. We caught our mini and made it to San Miguel, from there on foot we went to the house. We hiked pretty fast. On arrival I felt terrible, but I sucked it up and just drank some mate de coca and went on with the day. They cooked a great feast, an asado, grilled meat, coclo (corn on the cob), salad, and little potatoes (seriously the little ones taste better). I, of course, ate a lot and it was awesome.

However the altitude made it worse. My head started to pound and now my chest was hurting. I had to lay down. After a long nap and more mate de coca I started to feel better. Miguel got me some Sorojchi(that is the name of altitude sickness) pills and after relaxing on the couch and talking politics and other world issues I felt better.

We decided to take off and head back downtown. I wanted something light, like soup or something to help get me adjusted to La Paz. We went to another cafe Miguel likes, and there we were met by Miguel's friend Daniel Bustillos. He studied at CMU with Miguel and they have remained friends. I had only met him the one time at our house and Saginaw and he was very nice. He met us with his wife and one year old little girl. It was a nice relaxing light dinner and coffee catching up on things. Then we drove around a little and saw some more plazas (La Paz has a little plaza on every other corner) and he dropped us off.

Tomorrow we will sleep in, the Oruro trip has been moved to Tuesday due to me probably not being ready for the high alto tomorrow. So we will do some shopping, see some sights and relax. My blogs will also be a little shorter, I had been using the computer my cousin Martin bought that I was bringing for him. Now he has his machine, and I am without a computer... very hard for me, but I will survive. I have my trusty jumpdrive and my digital camera and with internet cafe's costing only 3Bs an hour I will be fine.

12-29-2003 Sweater Weather
While Miguel is showering and getting ready I am taking the chance to write from his computer. Today is another sweater day, well actaully everyday in La Paz is sweater day. Everyone wears a sweater in the morning, it starts out about 4 degree centigrade. By afternoon it will be a nice calm 25 degree, big change huh. Then by night time you need the sweater again as it starts to cool down. Such a change from Santa Cruz were it is so hot and humid you wear no undershirt and buy the coolest polyester shirts you can to stop from sweating all day. Now I leave the house in 3 or 4 layers and carry a bag with me for when I need to remove layers. I need to get one of those cool little Bolivia auyao bags.

We walked to get Miguel's mail, all along the way I took pictures. We stopped to eat some tucumanas, which are a mix between salteñas and empanadas, very good. Then we walked some more on the what feels like always uphill terrain. I am quite the tourist with my digi cam. It was a good experience to watch Miguel get his mail. First we went to his post office box, he grabbed his mail and had a slip stating he had a package (comics for sure). Then he had to ask around at which desk to go for his package. They have desks for people with big packages, small packages, medium packages, international packages, etc. Miguel had to go to one desk, pay more money, and then was given his package to take to customs. They opened it, looked at, then stamped his four different forms he had for that package. What fun.

Now we are at the wireless cafe, I am using his laptop and waiting for our coffee. After I post this he will use the computer and I will sneak into the United Colors of Benneton store next door. Then for lunch we are going to this place called the Gringo Limon for some good Fricase. Yum yum.

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.