Fuimos en la celva hoy día. Antes de venir aquí, pensaba que no me quisiera la humedad, como he vivido toda mi vida donde no hay mucho humedad, y a veces, nada de humedad. Pero, lo que encontré aquí es que la humedad es una cosa bonita por que me hace d e j a a a a r. Cuando no puedo mover mucho, tengo nada otra opción de mirar y escuchar todo que está arriba, abajo, y alrededor de mí. We went to the jungle today. Before coming here, I thought that I wouldn't like the humidity, as I'd lived my whole life where there wasn't much humidity, and at times, none. But, what I found here is that the humidity is a lovely thing because it makes me s l o w d o o o o w n. When I can't move much, I have no choice but to look and listen to everything that is above, below, and around me.
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La celva era todo lo que he nunca vivido o visto en mi vida. Era lo que había leído en mis libros cuando era niña y hoy, este lugar es donde fui. Hoy, las mariposas que admiraba por la pagina estuvieron aquí justo en frente de mí. Vimos a las palmeras las segundas más grande de todo el mundo, después de Madacasgar. Nadamos en un rio donde piranitas modieron unos de nosotros (pero no muy grave). The jungle was everything that I had never before experienced or seen in my life. It was what I had read about in books when I was little and today, it's where I went. Today, the butterflies I admired on the page were right in front of me. We saw the second biggest palms in the world, after Madagascar's. We swam in a river where little pirahnas bit a few of us (but not very seriously). I saw trees that looked like brooms, with tens of little spiky branches for feet and no trunk, like the whole thing was on stilts. We saw a four-inch-long beetle, and two-inch-long baby birds. I waded through a green velvet sea today, walked on carpets of dried leaves, and inhaled air until I was full.
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I saw thatched roof huts, for the first time in my life, that weren’t tourist attractions. It was amazing, farms with a-frame thatched roofs, cows with horns like cornucopias grazing in fields dotted with palm trees, but not the tall skinny kind, but the big fan-like ones, i.e. leaves at least five meters long, or tall as the tree itself. not your so-cal palm trees that so kindly lift up their skirts for development to sprawl underneath them, but the big fat men palm trees that sit out on their porch and watch it all go by.
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last night, we went out to another river to go swimming. on the bus on the way out there, i had a lovely ride with jonathan, who saw a sloth at the beginning. i subsequently spent the rest of the ride trying to no avail to see one. we got there at the beginning of the evening to a wide river bed with jungle-lined banks. the water was low, so our river was wide and flat. it was also probably the most beach-like river i’ve ever been to. the water was as warm as a pool and about 95% of the bottom was sand, not rock. the river was never much more than a foot deep so we spent a lot of time crawling around in the water, mud slinging (literally :) and making fun of each other’s butts which kept popping up as we slithered through the water. we stayed until the sun set when we sadly put back on our clothes and trudged back to the bus. rachel and i picked up rocks, in some sort of childlike nostalgic practice. the best part is i actually brought them back to cochabamba. they’re sitting on my desk right now. i’ll probably haul them back to idaho where they’ll sit in one of my boxes until i a) get my own house or b) decide i have better ways to commemorate my excursion in the jungle than rocks. we’ll see.
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La celva era todo lo que he nunca vivido o visto en mi vida. Era lo que había leído en mis libros cuando era niña y hoy, este lugar es donde fui. Hoy, las mariposas que admiraba por la pagina estuvieron aquí justo en frente de mí. Vimos a las palmeras las segundas más grande de todo el mundo, después de Madacasgar. Nadamos en un rio donde piranitas modieron unos de nosotros (pero no muy grave). The jungle was everything that I had never before experienced or seen in my life. It was what I had read about in books when I was little and today, it's where I went. Today, the butterflies I admired on the page were right in front of me. We saw the second biggest palms in the world, after Madagascar's. We swam in a river where little pirahnas bit a few of us (but not very seriously). I saw trees that looked like brooms, with tens of little spiky branches for feet and no trunk, like the whole thing was on stilts. We saw a four-inch-long beetle, and two-inch-long baby birds. I waded through a green velvet sea today, walked on carpets of dried leaves, and inhaled air until I was full.
.
I saw thatched roof huts, for the first time in my life, that weren’t tourist attractions. It was amazing, farms with a-frame thatched roofs, cows with horns like cornucopias grazing in fields dotted with palm trees, but not the tall skinny kind, but the big fan-like ones, i.e. leaves at least five meters long, or tall as the tree itself. not your so-cal palm trees that so kindly lift up their skirts for development to sprawl underneath them, but the big fat men palm trees that sit out on their porch and watch it all go by.
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last night, we went out to another river to go swimming. on the bus on the way out there, i had a lovely ride with jonathan, who saw a sloth at the beginning. i subsequently spent the rest of the ride trying to no avail to see one. we got there at the beginning of the evening to a wide river bed with jungle-lined banks. the water was low, so our river was wide and flat. it was also probably the most beach-like river i’ve ever been to. the water was as warm as a pool and about 95% of the bottom was sand, not rock. the river was never much more than a foot deep so we spent a lot of time crawling around in the water, mud slinging (literally :) and making fun of each other’s butts which kept popping up as we slithered through the water. we stayed until the sun set when we sadly put back on our clothes and trudged back to the bus. rachel and i picked up rocks, in some sort of childlike nostalgic practice. the best part is i actually brought them back to cochabamba. they’re sitting on my desk right now. i’ll probably haul them back to idaho where they’ll sit in one of my boxes until i a) get my own house or b) decide i have better ways to commemorate my excursion in the jungle than rocks. we’ll see.
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