Finding ourselves lost in a place more like the one that we are about to be immersed in, each group was to experience a day exploring a similar neighborhood. Going to Bolivia, we were given directions to a neighborhood known as "Little Village," a local Mexican neighborhood. This particular area reminded me a lot of m days in Miami living on Calle Ocho in Little Havanah. Everything here was in Spanish, giving us our first day of being culturally "lost." While we walked through the streets, I took the opportunity to look at the signs and start learning a bit of Spanish, trying to translate them into English, or just figure out what they were trying to say. It was a bit tricky at first, but with the group, we never found a sign we couldn't read.
We ate lunch at a local Mexican restaurant, decked out in all sorts of Mexican decorations, especially the colors of the flag: red, white and green. We sat outside the restaurant for just a bit to decide if we were going to talk in Spanish or English, but as we walked in, everyone greeted us in English not giving us a chance to practice up. I stuffed myself with chips, salsa and tamales then headed out for a little more exploring, then home for a much needed siesta!
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