Leaving Cocha
I just wanted to verbally declare to the world the amazingness that is Cochabamba, Bolivia. On Friday I left the comfort of my bed, had my last pancita and coffee, slung a back pack on both sides of my body and stepped through the front door of Bolivian families home for possibly the last time. I laid my pack in the trunk and felt the sting on the back of my eyes that only natural saline can seem to make burn so bad. I hugged my host mom one last time and watched as she wiped her tears from her cheeks. I watched my street fade in the rear view of the taxi, watched as a street dog chased us, and then listened to the children’s laughs as they walked to school. This was my city, this was my city that I was leaving, this was a part of my life that has changed me for the better. This part was heavily defined by the people who surrounded and loved me while I was in this wonderful city. To them I just want to say a large, large thank you. They know who they are and my summer would have been nothing had it not been for their hugs, laughs, meals, drinks, toasts, jokes, loaned trufi money, and friendship. thank you to all…
