"Fast Food" and Jazz

Alicia and I decided to go to a hamburger “fast food” place for dinner tonight because it looked clean and legitimate. Wait time was twenty minutes, so it was semi-fast food. Apparently McDonalds does not exist in Bolivia. It just doesn't fit into their culture. See here:

http://www.globalresearch.ca/no-more-fast-food-in-bolivia-mcdonalds-has-closed-down-all-its-restaurants/5334539

It was pretty good! We got a nice meal that was not junky at all for around $8. It came with yuca (cassava, manioc, whatever you call it in your country). I was a happy camper :) Alicia tried it for the first time and loved it, too, as I knew she would. Yuca puts potatoes to shame. End of story.

All the tables were yellow mustard-colored. I met a girl from Sao Paulo who studies medicine in Cochabamba. A lot of Brazilians go to study in Bolivia because it is a cheaper.

When we were walking home, we coincidentally stumbled upon one of the events for the Jazz Fest! That is quite convenient when you are new in a city and don’t know your way around anywhere! So, we checked it out for a bit and it was pretty cool! I hope that we can see some more Jazz before the festival ends. I met a young couple from Belgium travelling in Bolivia, and I was able to practice some Dutch with them. That’s four Belgians I have met so far while in Bolivia. Here is a snipet from the FestiJazz Jazz Fest. This group is called Solar Jazz. It was a free show in the courtyard of some buildings. Lighting was purple.

The man of the household where we are living speaks Quechua, so he may teach me some. So far I have learned that “Qhari wawa” means boy and “Warmi wawa” means girl. “Tata” is father.

Tata for now! ☺