Good Sunday Morning. I know it has been awhile since I have written anything, but there is a very good reason. Normal, everyday life has taken over here in Bolivia. School is out for the Summer Break (actually it is Winter Break) and we have not done any traveling in weeks.

I go to work at 7, leave work at 12, come home, eat lunch, take a nap, play a little poker online, watch a movie, go to bed and start it all over the next day. Now, how many times do you want me to write that in what is supposed to be an "adventure" blog?

It is really relaxing time for us. We walk or drive around town every couple of days, strolling the streets and buying things. Buying what? you might ask. Well, let me see, last time we went Joeline bought a pair of leather books, a blouse, some pants, a wrap of some kind, and a nice jacket. Oh, and on the way back to where we parked the jeep, she found and bought a second pair of leather boots - I will admit they were a different color from the first pair!
Then on the way home we have to stop at this dress designer's, that Joeline knows personally of course, she has made Joeline two dresses already, but Joeline had to check on a pair of pants the lady was making for her.
I bought a bag of popcorn type stuff they make here. Had to keep up my energy.

It is really enjoyable walking the streets and talking (?) to the locals. We smile, point, but we always seem to get the idea across.

When we take Evita with us, which is most of the time, we are constantly stopped by people who want to pet her and try to buy her from us. The local natives, in native dress - they wear the big skirts and black hats - anyway, they are simply enamored by Evita. They maintain a very stoic, Apache like, countenance until they see the dog, then they beam from ear to ear and have to pet her. Sometime they simply take her from Joeline and I and proceed to show her to all their friends.

The dog is literally known all over the city. A few days ago a friend of Joeline's was on the street outside our apartment, she had been to the bank on the corner, she notices another lady staring at our apartment building when she goes into the bank. The lady is still staring up when she comes out of the bank, so she stops and asks the lady if she can help her in any way. The lady, says, oh no, unless you know if that is where the little white dog lives. True story!

She how ordinary our lives are right now, talking about a dog! I have made all the plans and reservations to meet Jody and the kids in LaPaz the middle of next month. Jody and I will be biking down "world's most dangerous road". I have some tours for Joeline and the kids for the day we will be gone. Then we all travel by bus to Copacabana, for one night. Then we all fly into Cochabamba.

By the way, the airport in LaPaz is supposed to be the "highest airport, in elevaton, in the world." I know LaPaz is the highest capital city in the world.

Maybe we will have some "adventures" to write about when we get back from there.