Today is a nothing to report day.
Life is good. Life is normal. My Bolivian life is starting to fit like a familiar pair of shoes.
The days have a steady rhythm. Wake up, work, lunch, work, dinner, sleep. (And a few things in between) Each day I fall asleep thinking in Spanish and wake up in English. Hopefully it wont be long before my mind forgets English all together.
I was riding in a taxi today and realized that I understood the lyrics to the song on the radio. I closed my eyes and my head fell backwards as I concentrated on the slightly offensive lyrics. I couldn´t help but smile.
Slowly, my grammer is improving. Often my verb forms come out jumbled with no logical endings. Today I am fairly certain that I correctly used the present perfect form in conversation (¿Arturo, has visitado Vallegrande? -- Profesora S. please correct me if I was wrong.)
A little victory.