This is me, duh, in front of some big, glowy church in the main square of Cochabamba. I swear I was looking at something important off in the distance, and not just trying to appear suave.
Caitlin, in the very same square as above. She looks better than I do. There is an incredible wealth of greenery and parks in this city. It´s totally incredible. You can hardly walk three blocks without stumbling across some benches, sunshine and a fountain.
A view of the city on our way up a giant hill where we would encounter the world´s largest Jesus statue. Shazaam Rio! Still looks like L.A.
At the top of the hill. The amazing thing is that we still get wildly winded every time we are forced to exert oursevles. Will we ever truly acclamate?
Me and Susan, Rommy´s sister, at the Chicharron place. Chicharron is sliced up pig parts, greased up nicely and slopped on a plate. There are pictures of that to come.
This is me, duh, in front of some big, glowy church in the main square of Cochabamba. I swear I was looking at something important off in the distance, and not just trying to appear suave.
Caitlin, in the very same square as above. She looks better than I do. There is an incredible wealth of greenery and parks in this city. It´s totally incredible. You can hardly walk three blocks without stumbling across some benches, sunshine and a fountain.
A view of the city on our way up a giant hill where we would encounter the world´s largest Jesus statue. Shazaam Rio! Still looks like L.A.
At the top of the hill. The amazing thing is that we still get wildly winded every time we are forced to exert oursevles. Will we ever truly acclamate?
Me and Susan, Rommy´s sister, at the Chicharron place. Chicharron is sliced up pig parts, greased up nicely and slopped on a plate. There are pictures of that to come.
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