The week I knew would come...

This week has been intereting to say the least; a few really good things, a lot of really bad things! The week started out with a Holiday! Last Monday was the day of the dead. Everything shuts down and everyone filters through the street fairs to the cemetary to put flowers on the graves of their loved ones. I went with the McBeths and the Guthries to Tiquipaya, a small town a few minutes out of Coch to witness the festivities. After checking out the cemetary, we succeeded in driving to the top of one of the surrounding mountains ( a terrifying expedition for a prairie girl such as myself!) The day was a hit, but getting home at the end of it, I could feel sickness coming on. The next day I woke up with a nasty cold. Pushing through, I went about my day as usual. After Spanish lessons, Ivan picked me up to get my Visa renewed (yay for not being illegal!) However, in the process of scooting around on his motorcycle, I gave myself an impressive 2nd degree burn on my leg from the exhaust. The next two days I spent in bed trying to recover from my cold.
Friday I felt well enough to go back to the casa for a communal birthday party! The kids dressed up in Halloween costumes, the was a clown and cake...so much fun! After casa, I headed over to Rebecca's for the weekend. This Sunday, I went to church in Sacaba which was a great experience!
I came out of the weekend on a high note, feeling much better. Today, however, I woke up at 2 in the morning after breaking the blister on my burn in my sleep. I found that I have no hot water in my shower and no drinking water in my kitchen. Not to mention the internet keeps cutting in and out. I am not too proud to admit that today, I am feeling quite defeated. With my time in Bolivia half over, I am finding myself missing home, missing the comforts of Canada and missing Tim. Please pray that tomorrow I might wake up feeling strong enough to tackle the challenges that will meet me!