The Fishers in La Paz, Bolivia

Well, we took our first family trip!  Avery, Anne and Tom packed up for the slightly-lower-altitude (and much warmer!) tropical town of Coroico.  We were all set, packed to leave at 5 p.m. (sorry – 17:00!  It’s so hard to get used to that…)

Sadly, our minibus driver-for-hire got lost and (to make a loooong story short), the company with whom we had made our travel reservations had to find another one.  Thanks be to God, they found Carlos.

Well, Carlos lives in a high-up “suburb” barrio of La Paz called El Alto, and apparently had never been in our neck of the woods, but finally he did arrive… by 8:20!  We left La Paz at the time we were supposed to arrive in Coroico.  Zoiks.

Well, after picking us up, Carlos took us up to his neck of the woods – to pick up his mom, Irene.  Then, after two more stops (one, at some inexplicable checkpoint at which Carlos had to do some inexplicable negotiating for an inexplicably long period of time), we were finally off.

About 30-45 minutes into the ride, it snowed.

In September.

Truly, we ain’t in the Northern Hemisphere any more, Toto.

Here ends chapter one of the story of our fun weekend away.  Truly a faith- (and character-)builder, but with much to rejoice about.  I’m sure Anne will fill you all in next, along with a link to some eye-popping photos on Facebook.  I’ll also be uploading a few brief videos onto my YouTube page asap.  But be patient; we’ve barely gotten home, bathed the child and had some Japanese for dinner!

Until then, Chau, and God bless.