Well my how time flies
It was six months ago today, The 9th of May, that we met Bolivia. We flew in from Miami and landed at dawn in La Paz, the highest capital city in the world. She flashed her mountains. My stomach dropped and my throat got tight. It was love at first site.
Or maybe it was altitude sickness.
Regardless, here we are, half a year later, loving and living Bolivia. She is the girlfriend you want to take home, take pictures of, understand better, introduce to your friends, travel with, sleep with, eat with, laugh with. Spend the rest of your life with? Umm, probably not. But it’s good fun for now.
I keep saying it, but it feels like we’re finally settling in, getting used to Okinawa, making friends and making our home here. Maybe what this means is that life here feels just a little less weird than it used to. And in three months I’ll say again, “Now it really feels like we’re getting used to this,” and so on and so forth until it’s time to go back to America, which will feel nothing like home anymore. So it goes.
The road to Oki
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