Moving from place to place can be exhausting. Both A and I are feeling the exhaustion in different ways. I am trying to maintain a sense of stability in our travel lives by establishing little routines in the new places we come to. Our “routine” here in Sucre is going for a little walk every day. We have both taken a liking to the city cemetery. And it really is a beautiful cemetery. We like to go there and just wander around the place, take pictures, talk, admire the flowers and the graves, and sit down on a bench to relax. A man told us that Sucre cemetery is the most important cemetery in all of Bolivia. No less than 6 presidents are buried there, if I understood him correctly.
Today when we went there A wanted to borrow my camera to take pictures. I went ahead of her and walked slowly, looking at the plants, the graves, and just enjoying the stillness of the place. At some point I noticed that A wasn’t behind me anymore. I waited for a couple of minutes and then went back the way I came from. A was rushing towards me with tears filling up her eyes. She threw herself in my arms and said “up” in a small voice, like she used to do when she was a lot smaller. I lifted her up.
She had been frightened because she thought she had lost me. But what she was even more upset about was the fact that she had accidentally erased all the pictures on my camera. She had been taking some really beautiful pictures and now they were all gone. She was so upset by what happened she couldn’t stop crying for a while. We talked about how pictures are just pictures and how the things will still be there even though the erased pictures are gone.
We decided to back another day to the cemetery. We were off to meet Steph, an English girl we met here in Sucre, for lunch. We ate at the Condor cafe, a coop that sells vegetarian food from local producers. It is a nice place to hang out though it is very touristy and almost only other travellers go there. It is a bit pricy for Bolivian standards as well. We sat and enjoyed lunch and then played cards for a while before we left to find the dinosaur playground.
A was happy to play for a while at the playground. She found some children and they tried out the seesaws. She also managed to convince Steph to go on the slide with her. I didn’t feel like trying it at the time.
We have learned that the weather here in Sucre changes quite suddenly. It can begin with bright, sunny skies and a warm breeze and then change into rain, cold wind, and thunder. So it’s good to be prepared for anything. We got quite cold coming home from the market today. Sucre’s central market is a really nice place to hang out for a while and have a juice or a fruit salad.
We befriend one of the fruit ladies and come to her stall almost every day. She always remebers what we want.
Sucre has a really nice vibe to it. It is quite tranquille compared to other cities we have been to in Bolivia and even though here are lots of tourists it still manages to keep an air of Bolivian authenticity. And of course Sucre has its strange perks. Like zebras helping you cross the road.
Sucre is also a place for us to make new friends. We meet Steph from the UK. We both instantly like her. It is like meeting an old friend. Steph and I have quite a lot in common. Like our perspective of the world. How we understand people around us. We have long conversations about spirituality and connectedness with your surroundings. A enjoys listening to our talks. But she finds it frustrating when she doesn’t understand everything we say and I am too into the conversation to want to translate everything. Even though A’s English is very good there are still things she doesn’t quite understand and that is frustrating to her.
The woman we stay with, Bertha, and her family are all very sweet people. A makes friends with Bertha’s son and daughter and they have some hours of fun. In spite of the difference in language children have a way of communicating that renders the spoken word obsolete. They communicate in spite of the difference in mother tongue, or maybe, they communicate better BECAUSE of their different native languages; they don’t let words come between them.
We also meet the sweetest couple you can imagine; Martina and Mathias from Switzerland. They are on a long journey as well. We play cards, talk about the different places we have been to and all in all enjoy each others company.
All in all. Sucre treats us nicely. We hope to return at some point. For more good memories ❤