I was excited to see what the super moon looked like in Cochabamba. It was so "unsuper", that I won't even post a picture of it rising. The street light was bigger than the moon. But, I waited for a few hours and got a couple pictures of it rising above the temple. So here are my attempts. Not much compared to many pictures posted online. The weather here is fantastic. But, there is hardly any color. The sun rises and the sun sets, and there are no beautiful colors in the sky. We guess it is because of the high altitude. Not as much atmosphere? Maybe some of our scientific grandchildren can check into it. We still huff and puff up and down the stairs. That will probably not change the whole time we are here. Don't want to complain though, because every day here is another day in Paradise.
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| Hats and full skirts are very common here |
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Our good friends, the Angles right before they returned home to Arizona
They don't celebrate Thanksgiving in Bolivia. I looked it up, and outside the United States and Canada, there were about 3 other places that have a similar celebration. But, they do have a name for Thanksgiving, and many of the workers wished us a Happy Thanksgiving. Turkey is very expensive here, (one of the reasons we ate chicken) but one of the temple workers went to the store and bought some turkey legs and turkey steaks and brought to some of us. It was very kind of him. They call Thanksgiving here "dia de Accion de Gracias". I like the idea that Thanksgiving is more than just saying you are thankful, it takes some action. Which will bring us to December, the month of service, a good way to show thankfulness. |
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| Thanksgiving day at the chicken place |
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| Thanksgiving dinner before our shift at the temple. Chicken, noodles, and french fries. |
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| Did Sister Angle eat all of that chicken herself? |
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| If you are willing to eat at a "whole in the wall", you can get a pretty cheap meal. |
7 B's (Bolivianos) equals a dollar. So our meal was either 10 B's, or 18 B's (Sister Angle got the 18 B's meal, so did Martin). Sister Butler eats here all the time, so we chanced it, but most of the time if we eat out, we try to go to the nicer restaurants. There are little stands, kiosks, wheel barrows, small tables, etc. selling food almost on every street, but we don't dare try any of them, even though much of the food looks interesting. We have been to some pretty good restaurants, and the are much less expensive than in Uruguay.
