It’s gotten to the point where there are a few scattered books and pieces of clothing lying around, reluctantly discarded during the packing process. I feel the tingling butterfly excitement that I always get right before a trip. It peaks when the bags are almost full, and there is a rush to put all the little outliers in my life back in their place.
La Paz is the highest capital in the world, ranging from 3,600 – 4,100m as it slopes upward towards the pointy, white-capped Andes mountains. Height correlates to wealth, as most of the wealthy live in the lower portions of La Paz (Zona Sur) and the poorest live in El Alto, roughly translated into “the heights”. I get to live somewhere in between, in the center.
I am sure most of you have heard me whine about how terrified I am of kids and how uncomfortable I feel around them. So why pediatric health of all things? I have no idea.
Probably because I am addicted to new things. It's like a game - "can you handle this? Can you handle that? Hmm...seems you can. Okay, we'll try something harder." Yes, I do talk to myself in dialogue. This wasn't what I had in mind when planning this summer, but the best things are never planned anyways. I cannot wait to be oxygen deprived.
It's finally summer! =D Eek!
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