Summer melted into autumn and somewhere along the way we took a few deep breaths. I am trying to work on being present and absolutely treating each day as a gift, but I struggle with so many jumbled thoughts about this.
This morning on my run, I saw a tree that was caught between every stage of turning colors. The leaves were small and so they scattered like multi-colored confetti as the morning breeze trickled through. I loved seeing the deep golds peeking though the bright greens of summer hanging on. The darker red and golden browns were spilling over the edges with the promise of cooler mornings and evenings on the horizon. If you have never experienced Fall in Colorado, it is a treasure, with beauty and temperatures that beckon you outside at every chance you get. (Or at every moment of procrastination you allow yourself to have 🙂 While the days are still warm enough that shorts and a t shirt feel good most afternoons, the mornings now beckon for a sweatshirt and evenings are coming sooner each day.
This tree was a great refection for my thoughts as I have been caught between the typical 1st world parent mindset of wanting my children to have all that I had and more. Shiny new tennis shoes and a fresh new back pack for school, lessons and activities that will allow them to try lots of different things…and yet I am finding myself longing for the simple days in Bolivia, where half of the day seemed to be spent preparing 1 meal and the other half building relationships. Stress is minimal if you are healthy and have access to education/employment. Because houses take less time to clean when they are smaller. Toys and clothes can be washed and put away quickly when you only have a few pairs. In Bolivia we were seen as “wealthy Americans” and yet I found myself longing for bringing many of these simple traditions back home. I am grateful for the blessings and the abundance that we have here, and I do recognize the privilege we have for being able to do so many things, travel, take piano lessons, etc.
I feel I am caught between wanting the best for our family and having a desire for our kids to grow up knowing they have so much and they do not need most of it. I want them to feel contentment with where they are and the abundance they have. Do you struggle with this balance? What is our call to action here?
I am so thankful God works in every season of our lives, and He is the conductor! My favorite Nichole Nordeman song was one she shared when she visited my college for a concert, back in Sioux Center Iowa 18 or so years ago (oh my goodness, where did the time go!) and I was blessed to hear her perform it live once again this past weekend at the Belong Tour right here in CO. If you haven’t ever heard Every Season definitely take 3 minutes and enjoy! Be blessed today!
On Wednesday we decided to leave for La Paz, about a 2 and 1/2 hour drive, depending on traffic, road conditions, etc. on the infamous Death Road. We didn’t have to drive down the really dangerous part, for which I am very thankful. There are quite enough harrowing turns and death defying passes, by very experienced drivers who I am also thankful for. I honestly had to stop watching, when our driver, who was one of the nephews, was passing on a narrow dirt road above huge cliffs without a guardrail. The views are amazing and thankfully no one was car sick the whole trip. Aliyah, Bella, and I sat up front to try to avoid that and Marco, Richard’s brother, who also gets carsick, sat in the passenger seat. We took a mini-bus which means a small van, with several rows. Thankfully, Richard’s dad was doing ok with the huge climb in elevation, although we did get a chuckle when his water filter in his oxygen tank back fired after we hit a bump and it tipped. All of the sudden there was this gurgling noise and he was getting water sprayed into his face instead of air. Richard was trying to be serious, but it was pretty hilarious after he realized what had happened.
We had to say Good Bye to some family members in the morning, because some of the Coroico family will not be seeing again. But a few will come to La Paz with us, or shortly after us and we will see them again on Saturday or Sunday.
When we got to La Paz, we were tired, but thankful to be out of the mosquitos, and heat. We all were covered in bites by this point and just a bit cooler air, felt wonderful. We stayed with the same family that we did our first night in La Paz, and it almost felt familiar to be there with a bit of space and beds that were comfortable. I honestly almost missed the rooster crowing in the morning…almost. 🙂
On Monday we had homeschool for a few hours in the morning while Richard and Marco tried to get Papi oxygen from the hospital.
Our school included PE (throwing a ball down the apt stairs) and art (testing out some of the compassion kids art projects so we could give them some examples of butterflies we created. Kids completed most of their math and reading so we took a short walk and then went to visit some family walking around town.
We were so blessed to walk by the biggest oven I have ever seen in my life. Pan is sold fresh daily here and we have forever been ruined by eating fresh empanadas out of the oven, yum. Richard’s cousin showed us the inside and the smell is amazing. So very cool. They bake bread over fire in big stone ovens in the Tradituonal way, very cool to see.
One of Richard’s cousins watches a bunch of you tube videos and learned how to do some really good braids so she fixed Aliyah’s hair in a special style.
Sunday there was a bunch of family in town so we decided to make pancakes for breakfast. Everyone here was excited for trying American food. We decided to make banana pancakes both because bananas are awesome here and because it might help make up for the flavored we were missing, couldn’t find vanilla or ground cinnamon. They have heard of pancakes and call them Panqueque (pan Kay Kay )
I used this recipe: http://iowagirleats.com/2012/10/31/my-brothers-banana-pancakes/
this is how you make pancakes in Bolivia
Wait for Internet to get fast enough to load page with recipe
translate list of ingredients to Spanish
send husband and brother to store to buy
they return 5 min later (store is only downstairs and a few blocks away)
need weights instead of amounts because you buy flour/sugar/etc in the amount you need
start cooking, try to find a pan big enough to cook more than one pancake at a time
light stove with match
burn first batch because pan is too hot
cook 4 more batches
put pancakes in pan for everyone to eat with coffee and jam (no syrup here, they eat with fingers like bread)
cook rest of batches
more relatives come
make another batch of batter(triple it again ). Use packs of squeeze applesauce from my traveling snacks to sub for oil/butter because we ran out after first 3 batches
Burn first batch
realize they are taking forever to cook because there is no flame on burner. Re light and try again
realize people are eating the half doughy burned ones that I had set on a towel
6 batches of pancakes later there are no leftovers
I think after reading yesterday’s post we think we went to the waterfalls on Saturday 🙂 well either way it was awesome. We are getting a bit behind on updates because the Internet is pretty iffy in The town of Coroico.
Many family members came to Coroico for the weekend on Friday night and Saturday/Sunday to see us and Richard’s brother Marco and parents. I can officially say I now understand what it was like for Richard when he met my whole family and a bunch of extended family from both sides at Josh and Candaces wedding a few years ago. Holy big family Batman!
We had fun going to the waterfalls, riding in back of the truck and when you get to the first waterfall, it goes over the road ( think river) and it pours over the rocks, which you drive over maybe a foot deep. cars are stopped there, not because of stalling, but people will pull out a rag and start bathing the car. Car wash at its finest, or washing clothes, hair, etc.
I thought it was kinda funny to wash the cars, then continue driving on the dirt roads. I suppose it is the same thing as when we wash cars in the middle of winter :).
We took a short hike, up to the falls, and again I was amazed at Tio Samuel and how spry he is for a 70 year old. Didia brought a bunch of apples, peaches, and prickly pear for snacks. The fruit here is good but needs to be washed and peeled to be safe to eat. Prickly pear are bright pink here and dark pink inside. I have only ever gotten green ones in my produce basket back home, so I didn’t know what they were.
Other fruit new to the kids and I are chirimoya and maracuya. The maracuya we liked as juice but thought was sour to eat. Chirimoya tastes like a cross between a pineapple, a strawberry, and banana. Very sweet and white inside. I’ll try to add photos later.
On Friday we went to a wild animal refuge that is here. It isn’t too far, maybe 20 minutes by car, so we crammed 11 of in the pick up truck and went for the morning. We were blown away by the variety of animals we saw, very different than the Wild Animal Sanctuary in Colorado. We saw a bunch of different types of monkeys, parrots, toucans, turtles, lizards, copybarra, and snakes.
We walked around a bit then got the kids an ice cream before hopping back into the bed of the pick up for a bumpy ride home. Good news! Found out the girls don’t get car sick if they are in the back of the truck bed! 😉
We came back to have lunch at Casa de Mi Abuela, a restaurant that featured a pork dish Covered in a green sauce I can not remember the name of with rice and yucca. All 3 kids think yucca tastes like sweet potato And they think all the rice here is amazing (their mother can not make good rice.) Also a dish made of shredded beef with hominy.
Isaac thinks the fact that you drink Coke with every meal here is awesome. After lunch we went back to grab some towels etc to go to the waterfalls near here. La Jalancha is the name of the big one here.
We stopped, paid to use the restroom (still cracks me that you pay for toilet paper) and Walked up the short hill to the waterfall. So. Very. Cool.
On Thursday, Richard’s dad wanted to go to Coripata, a town about 2 hours away, to see if we could find any family of his. He used to live, go to school, and work there so he has many memories in this area.
Unfortunately, the girls were not feeling great and on the way a bit of travelers illness/car sickness caught up with both of them. Riding 2 hours on bumpy dirt rides in a van packed with 11 people was a bit of a stretch, but we are thankful for our pediatrician who thought to send us with Meds for that, and the prayers of so many who literally prayed them well.
We walked around Coripata and met Papi Hugo’s aunt, who cared for him as a boy. We had fresh empanadas and explored the town.
We saw lots of waterfalls and butterflies along the way. Very cool views and awesome adventures. Richard and I are so proud of all of our kids, they have been rock star travelers.