Hello friends and enemies,
Thought I´d drop a line from sunny and somewhat Southern Califonia-esque Cochabamba. A town that certainly rolls off the tongue. Caitlin and I are with Dave and Rommy (who is from the city) to obtain our year long work visas. And boy howdy is it a process. In fact, this may be the most ridiculous, layered and disfunctional bureaucracy I have ever come across. Today alone we made some 100 photocopies, met with interpol (and proceded to bribe them into rushing our papers through...otherwise it would have taken 2 weeks for them to send a fax to the USA checking that we aren´t criminals) met a notary, got papers so that we are allowed to get our blood drawn for an HIV test tomorrow, went to the regional police offce (where the told us that we needed more papers and stamps...always stamps) forged a rent contract, and lots more!
In the police station everyone, properly uniformed of course, was doing their work on typewriters. Clunking away as if it were some sort operator´s booth from the 1950s.
Also, caitlin and I got cellphones our numbers are as follows, if anyone feels like ringing us I know we would appreciate it.
Jaron (591)79640915
Caitlin 591-79623295
I have picked a Bolivian soccer team to devote myself to. They are called...drum roll please...The Strongest Tigres. Oh yeah. That´s right, a name so fearsome its even in English. Take that Giants! Take that Padres! They are from La Paz and the quality of play is probably about jV high school ball in the states. Hooray.
Well thats all for now. More pictures and bureaucratic updates to come in the near future. Man, fast internet really is something.
with tired eyes
Jaron
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J'aronimo--Saludos, y Feliz Pesach. So I went through a big Geronimo phase back in elementary school after reading his biography and admire your choice in appelations. I feel, however, nothing but disdain for your seleccion de un equipo de futbol: The Strongest? Sure, they sport an imposing name, perhaps an impossibly attractive one to a crude, obvious fellow who also adheres to Yankee idolatry though that team remains the epitome of shite to anyone who has had the pleasure of seeing the boys from Boston play the game. I think I'd go with Blooming. They sound so hopeful to me, maybe it's spring and I am in blossom.
Hey, how are ya! Macchu Piccu three times already--I am dripping with envy. I will share your commentary on MP to my Spanish class. Will you take questions from any of my curious young Spanish scholars?
By the way, if your kids are loving duck, duck, goose you will absolutely kill with red light, green light. Trust me. Even the most apathetic of my high schoolers will follow me for a short game. Love to Catalina.
After you find an atm, find a box o' matzoh and bring it to a seder. Must be boatloads in Copa, verdad? I find seders in foreign countries to be tops: often baffling yet simultaneously familiar.
Oh yes, The Pharmacy boys stopped by for a visit last week and we toasted your new adventure. Actually, we laughed at the very thought of you--mountain man that you are--living in the high country. Good to see you prove us wrong.
Harris
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