Hey, having lunch and drinking my daily coffee, I write to continue my story of the trip to Bolivia.
I spent the first week in the poorest and abandoned part of the country.
People live in low quality homes with simple bricks and sheet metal roofs that do not help with winter weather. I stopped so many times to think of how they could live in those conditions, yet they seemed welcoming to give you everything that was most beautiful they had understood their serenity. Yes, because if I think about Europe, Italy and all those who live there I think of people I'm never happy with, always dissatisfied with life, relationships and work.
When I think of the Bolivians, I will realize that they are richer than us, rich in spirit and love that they have been able to give to each encounter.
Next time!
Bye