I live here now apparently.

Hello friends,

Cannot believe it's already nearly the end of October, also cannot believe I am FINALLY a resident (fines were paid, stress was had, work was missed), also cannot believe I managed to get three types of typhoid fever and not know about it, (whoops) and I guess that is your little blurb for what this post will include! Fun fun.

So, it's been eight weeks, I have a whole stack of paperwork, have paid a whole lot of dollar (Bolivanos actually, ha, love this currency) and have had some adventures along the way involving immigration officials trying to give me bunny ears in photos, my name being spelled numerous ways and causing problems, waiting in queues in the boiling sun for hours to get appointments (and also waiting in queue in the boiling sun for hours to be told that I cannot have an appointment), suspicious French men oh, and my personal favourite, the time when I had 6 minutes to make it to the bank to pay my fine and the taxi driver was a legend, taking short cuts, saying "We're gonna make it, we're gonna make it" I felt like I was in a movie, it was a good 6 minutes. But alas, the doors closed on my face and I had to do the whole thing again the next day. The larks.

Okay okay, I'll tell you about my diseases now. So, turns out that the typhoid jab they give you in England is actually useless in South America, so when I found this out I decided it might be worth going to get an injection here, just to be on the safe side. So off I went to the doctors and was told that it might be best to double check that I didn't have typhoid already as the injection would then have bad consequences. Long story short, I went to a lab, and turns out I did indeed have typhoid, a whole bunch of it, fun! But I am yet to feel any symptoms so that's pretty sweeeeeet. Have a whole load of tablets and am hoping it stays that way. Ha. 

Work is still alrighty, I get teased about my accent by my American colleagues daily, but hey, being teased all the time makes me feel quite at home, and they are a lot of fun. However, my body clock now wakes me up at 6.15 every morning which I am very much not happy about, I never wanted to be THAT person. We had a work bbq the other day which was so lovely, but lesson learned, taking a big bowl of potato salad on a packed bus is a very risky game, I was half out the open door wondering whether I'd rather lose my shoe or my salad, thankfully they both made it, ish. 

But I am enjoying weekends most of all which have involved a bit of wandering, new places, frozen yoghurt, markets, relaxing in the sun, swimming pools, going out for meals and drinks, and erm getting lost on buses that have such ridiculous decorations that you can't actually see where you are (including slinkies, pom pom fringing and bunny rabbit toys). Oh yes. I love it here. 

Little things just keep happening that remind me how different things are to home, and even though that can sometimes be frustrating, sometimes it's just great, like the other day when the person at the checkout in the supermarket asked whether he could give me chewing gum instead of my change, now that ain't never happened to me in Sainsbury's. Oh, and on the subject of teeth, I have seen children's toothpaste here which comes with a free packet of sweeties, ain't that great?!

Now for the best news, I popped to the supermarket to buy some chicken and came back with tickets to see Enrique Iglesias next month, as you do. Cannot wait.

Hope that all is well over there, so lovely that you're keeping up with my little adventures,

Love, Liza x

Oh, and Mum, here is one of those 'shout out things' for you, ha! :)

Swimming Pool.

Flowers of Cochabamba Flag and Jesus (Bit cool hey?!).

I don't know what this is, but it's pretty.

On the way home from work.