I wrote my daughter, Jenn, this from Tarija. She had sent me a few
Haiku verses about Microsoft which were very funny.
I loved the haiku. I could use a few appropriate verses
about vangons not getting enough air at 13,500 feet. Or dirty propane
valves. Or miserable rotten air conditioners that won't work.
Ah, well, I will gaze at the Andes outside my door
and calm myself in their magnificence. I don't know if I told you
that we drove at least 6 hours on a horrendous dirt road over 2 over-10,000
foot passes to get here. Before leaving, we asked people about the
road and they inevitably said *Be careful of the rain!* On the road,
we discovered several really hairy places that had been washed out
by the previous 3 days of rain but it never rained on us. Yahoo! We
intended to leave this morning but had to get our problems worked
out. When you look up at the mountains today, you can hardly see them
for the clouds and it's clearly pouring down raining up there.
Tomorrow should be very interesting.
Last night we went to another Carnaval celebration.
In Tarija, they have different events for the women vs the men. Women's
night is Las Comadres and Men's is Los Copadres. Last night 10,000
women danced down the street. Each group has it's own music, almost
all of it Indian based and every woman carries a basket with a cake
and corn and decorated with balloons and ribbons. The boys fill tiny
little balloons with water and throw them at the single girls. Shay
and Tyler had a blast.
Mom
With Jenn's permission, I send you her Haiku. I hope you enjoy them.
The air is too thin
Engine is chugging away
I hope I make it
Stupid propane valve
Remove the crud and the dirt
No hot water now
Torrents of rain here
Watch out for washed out patches
VW's will fit inside
Hot and sticky air
Inside and out of my van
AC dripping still
Jeanne
