La Paz Te Amo

I know I blogged recently, and to blog again is something new. Since internet is not going to be a guanteed thing in the near future, I decided to update you guys on La Paz, the capital (or one of the capitals) of Bolivia.
After the hotel from where I blogged last time, we took a ten hour bus ride (can you believe it?) to La Paz. I fell instantly in love. Through the window of the taxi cab, I saw the myriad amounts of shops and stands on the streets that sold woven handbags and tapistries and gloves and hats and a bunch of amazing things that I wanted to buy. Money was not the issue in this case, but the idea that whatever I bought here I would have to carry with me for four months. I decided to leave the products where they were.
Upon closer inspection, I found out that the stores sold many things that were unexpected. The best example of this would be the many many many skeletal llama babies that we sitting in a bowl on every other street corner. Apparently these things are used for witchcraft. Whatever they were being used for, the we giving me the jibblies. I decided to leave them alone. There were other things however. Along with the lead baby llamas, I can across dead bats, fetal llamas, and ocelot hides. My original starry-eyed opinions of these stores began to deteriorate quickly.
The rest of La Paz was amazing though. Our hotel has free wifi along with a little internet cafe that i can go to if my parents and brothers are hogging all of the computers. The food is amazing too. I am currently writing this with an aching stomach because of all the Indian that I ate. To top that, La Paz is undoubtedly the most beautiful city I have ever seen. Situated in a valley, none of the buildings are more than about three stories high, so if you go to the top of one of the few skyscrapes in downtoan, you can see just a pattern of little tiny brown buildings bustling with native people. I forgot to mention, about 60% of the people living in La Paz are natives, wearing intricate clothes and carrying babies on the back. The best part is the bowler hats that the women wear, that seem to serve no purpouse, and that look like a butterfly flapping its wings the wrong way would blow it off.
Today we visited the coca museum. This museum is the history of coca leaves in the Bolivian culture, and the escalation of the production of cocain too. The english translated packet that I received was very specific in how it was made and what it does and the legality of it in certain countries. Unlike the rest of my family, I quickly became uncomfortable in the museum after the offer of coca leaves to chew on, and stepped outside. Then my dad offered me some Coca Cola.
Anway, that is pretty much it. I would reply to comments and all that jazz, but I am really tired, and my stomach hurts a lot. I am going to go read a book and sleep a lot. Don´t have high expectations on when the next post is going to be.