6 de agosto
6 de agosto Yesterday was Bolivia's Independence Day. We celebrated as best we could from 6000 miles away. I miss Bolivia, it's been home for the last 5 years of my life. But Edson yearns for Bolivia in a different way - it is his home, it's all he knew for the first 7.5 years of his life. So I knew we needed to mark it, needed to celebrate the country that made us a family - the country that gave me him! (Plus, their food is just 😋) So we celebrated all week long - I cooked his favourite meals (which I am steadily becoming more proficient in, although I'm counting down the days til we get back to Bolivia and I don't have to be the one to cook them anymore...) and he wore his Bolivia shirt as much as he could until it was dirty beyond all recognition, then switched to Wilstermann (one of Cochabamba's local teams - and our favourite!) We started off with pique on Tuesday night, which aside from being mine and Edson's favourite Bolivian meal, has also become