Friday, May 2, 2008
Wine Causing Heart Palpitations
Saro 'a bit influenced by the alchemist, Coelho, which I just finished reading, but I am convinced that if you want to get something, a firm volonta'e a dose of enthusiasm and often have two magical ingredients, which are enough . How 'this magical land, Chiquitania where the Jesuits arrived in the second half' of 1500 e. .. blah blah (the story in reality 'and' very interesting, see link below
http://es.wikipedia. org / wiki /% C3% Misiones_jesu ADticas_de_Bolivia ).
I celebrated my birthday (thank you all for your good wishes!! I wonder what he was referring to the Duke of Abruzzi Totani Conte with his football metaphor ...) by boat, sailing the Brazilian Pantanal with two friendly fishermen, and Augusto Victorino for a while and it 'also joined an otter, which probably saw the skinny buffet of biscuits and mineral water, he decided to leave the party. I leave it to one of Puerto Suarez ripendere afternoon for what they call 'The Train of Death'. I do not know 'cause they call it so,' but surely its work correctly (which I do die of exasperation?) And 'at least a measure to prevent accidents very effective. He stops everywhere, and every time they jump on the train dozens of people, women and children while holding trays with food of every kind and start a crazy endless procession and a rosary ('polllll0000', 'asadito00' 'leemonadaaaa'....) . Least helps me to exclude a second cause of death for sure you do not die of hunger!
Arrive in San Jose at 3 am and the square and 'full of people dancing and dancing ... that they are celebrating my birthday? Does a cold unreal to be in the tropical forest, are actually quite lucky with the weather 'cause the sun and' always covered by a blanket of clouds but no rain.
the morning woke up at six thirty, that there 'to go to the San Miguel, wait, wait, but the driver was probably drunk too much tonight and can not do it. A taxi driver tells me he takes me for $ 150! I tell him where he can go for $ 150, I will be 'a Gringo but I'm not a chicken, Tado true? What to do? Nothing stopped the first truck that passes brings me straight in the plaza of San Rafael comfortable comfortable, do a tour to the mission and wonder if there 's a bus to San Miguel, I say no, and a taxi driver tells me that brings me to him, but to a disproportionate amount to ridajeeee ...! I set out on foot for the carretera, for an hour but there are only trees and vultures to keep me company here ... but check a truck on the horizon, I get on the back after five minutes are completely covered by a blanket of red sand fine, but nothing that we can not fix with a slammed and a shower. On the evening in the beautiful church of San Miguel there is 'a concert of Baroque music (in May chiquitania there' an international festival) a Croatian soprano, harpsichord, two violins, trumpet and cello. My dress for the occasion elegant red sweatshirt OSI. In the indigenous church seem more sleepy absorbed and two crying children play in a confessional in wood in 1700, but the sound and 'good, and the music does its job, raises.
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