23.03.2016 - 23.03.2016
So I'm about to head to Sucre and bunker down and learn ze español. I'm really frothing for this because I'm one month into South America, I feel like a spoiled western gringo talking like a slow Spanish 3 year old, (senior cholitas with braided pigtails and bowler hats, (as it seems like only 50+ year old ladies wear these hats, I've coined them the ¨menopause¨ hat) at fruit stalls are particularly peeved with me, when I ask them to show me with their hands how much that half a watermelon costs) plus it's been on my mental bucket list since one of my best and gorgeous friends, Melinda, said she wanted to learn it some years ago, and I thought, 'ME TOO!'. I admit, it´s mainly due to the impressing people factor. I'm a shameless showpony. I can´t wait to casually unleash my fluency or lack of in Melbourne someday, when I run into a native Spanish speaker. "Wow Katie, you speak Spanish?!¨Okay, okay, I admit, it´s not just for the showing off, I´m genuinely interested in the language and I´m craving the stimulation. I´ll miss the miming though - why just today I was at a La Paz chemist, animatedly showing a la Jim Carrey style to the poker faced and apparently unimpressed pharmacist chica that I HAD FOOD POISONING LAST NIGHT AND NEED SOME DEHYDRATION DIAHHROEA CRYSTALS. Yep, just as you can imagine, hand gestures demonstrating all the good bits.
Moving swiftly on! So I'm about to polish off 3 nights of partying at the infamous 'Wild Rover' hostel in La Paz, Bolivia, (this place is known for it´s party culture, ie free shots poured straight into the mouths of backpackers, stripteasing/dancing on the bar, why, just last night I was awoken by a 23 year old Canadian vomming into the hostel room bin - bless) and next Sucre - be a nerdy devotee to español, study it for a few hours a day for couple of weeks. This is so good, I´M almost jealous of me!