I will never go back to La Paz. Ever.
Here is the rundown of the last few days. Minneapolis to Chicago to Miami to La Paz to Santa Cruz. I actually have no concept of time right now. I couldnt tell you what day of the week it is much less how long I just spent on a plane.
From Miami to La Paz to Santa Cruz I sat next to a little girl. She was cute enough until she started throwing up in La Paz. We had plane problems and were stuck in the cabin for 3 hours enduring the altitude. (I learned today that La Paz is the highest capital city in the world) After we arrived in Santa Cruz she told me that I walk funny. A little vomiting girl made fun of me.
My watch tells me it is 12:30. Time for lunch? I might just go back to my room and pass out while watching Project Runway. I find it ironic that my apartment doesnt get Project Runway but my cheap Bolivian hotel does.
P.S. Mom, this post means I am alive.