On the border (Yacuiba, Bolivia)

Hell must be freezing over. Or the end of the world is near. Have the rivers started running uphill or did pigs begin to fly? Something must be happening because Davy ate meat. And then he ate some more.

Davy – my avowed vegan – has never eaten meat. Even when he was a baby he devoured mashed up carrots and brown rice, but any kind of meat I attempted to put in his mouth came right back out – with force, I might add.

We were walking along the street in Santa Cruz a couple weeks ago and I stopped to buy some meat-on-a-stick. “Can I have the potato skewered on the end?” Davy asked. That part came as no surprise.

But when he asked for a taste of the meat, I was flabbergasted. And when he asked if he could buy a stick for his very own, I was bowled over. I figured he was hungry – very hungry.

Fast forward to today and our meals arrived in the restaurant. I figured John and Davy would do their normal swap – Davy gives his meat to Daddy in exchange for rice and potatoes. So when Davy picked up his fork and knife and started to eat his milanesa (a Bolivian version of chicken-fried steak), I was pretty much awestruck.

When he asked for more, well, let’s just say that I doubt my eyes will ever return to their original position after bugging out so far.

We’re now at the Argentinian border – on the Bolivian side – and I feel like such a hypocrite. It wasn’t all that long ago that I wrote about fear of the unknown paralyzing would-be travelers, and yet now we’re here – in Bolivia – for the express reason that it is Bolivia. It’s safe, it’s known, it’s comfortable.

We had planned to cross the border and begin a new adventure today, but somehow the thought of yet another currency to get used to and a new way of doing things was a bit more than we wanted to deal with. We checked into a hotel and will face the Argentinian boogeyman tomorrow.

Kilometers today: 26
Kilometers to date: 22327

As we pulled into town, these reporters flagged us down and wanted an interview. I had to laugh as I watched John struggle through a Spanish interview – the first one he’s ever done! I always do the Spanish interviews as I speak fairly fluently. Fortunately, he was laughing right along with us.

John being interviewed

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About Nancy Sathre-Vogel

After 21 years as a classroom teacher, Nancy Sathre-Vogel finally woke up and realized that life was too short to spend it all with other people's kids. She and her husband quit their jobs and, together with their twin sons, climbed aboard bicycles to see the world. They enjoyed four years cycling as a family - three of them riding from Alaska to Argentina and one exploring the USA and Mexico. Now they are back in Idaho, putting down roots, enjoying life at home, and living a different type of adventure. It's a fairly sure bet that you'll find her either writing on her computer or creating fantastical pieces with the beads she's collected all over the world.

2 thoughts on “On the border (Yacuiba, Bolivia)

  1. Well, he sure picked a good place to convert. I had a young friend who was a confirmed vegan. She went on an exchange semester to Argentina and changed her diet. Felt better and was much healthier!

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