Not My Home
Never in my life did I imagine that I would be living in a country not my own 6 days into a countrywide civil unrest. When I fell in love with my Bolivian husband in the heart of Rome I didn't think that we would be living in South America in a city of over 4 million people raising our now 5 year old little girl. I had no way of knowing that I would be 3 months into being a 5th grade teacher at a Christian school in Santa Cruz, Bolivia when the General Elections here took place on October 20th. What I am saying is this is not the life I planned. While, I have lived here in Santa Cruz, Bolivia for a year and 4 months this is not my home. I have however begun to feel more at home, as I have made friends, picked up Spanish and adapted to the many cultural differences that make Bolivia, Bolivia. I definitely know my husband and his family better and I love that our daughter is fluent not only in my mother tounge, but that of her papá as well. The experiences and time we