070713 BLOK (Think about it, speaking of numerology… Next year we'll have a 070714 Year. What you think that will mean?)
Yesterday was 'Lost and FOUND Day' for me! I still marvel at it, the day, the total day from getting up at 0530 to 2200 hours, when I got into bed. Truly amazing!
It started with me, it ended with Sam, cycling, seeking wood, in the middle.
I had an urge to find the pipa screens I'd been able to purchase. Having value to me I hid them in a safe place, one not even I would find. And therein lies the conundrum. My nose was aching too! Maybe that's like getting an 'itch,' as I was driven to find them, two pipa screens.
I started looking in all the obvious places. I didn't find them! But, I pursued! (Perseverance is omnipotent!).
I finally worked all the way around my bedroom/'office.' Nothing. I got to my relatively new cloth satchel (we used to call them), although this one Aymara colorful mit internal steel frame (I had made). It has four external pockets. I thought, perfect, the pockets for the small, thin, light packet (2 pipa screens). The first two nothing, but then in back the larger pockets, BINGO! I was stunned, my old U.S. Passport, which I thought had been lost or stolen, I hadn't lost, I'd only hid it from myself to go through all the 'fun' of applying and paying ($135U.S.) for a new one! It was all slightly amazing, as I went on to locate my 2 pipa screens in the same matchbox, and the offering box where I'd hidden (in a 'secure' place).
This must be a game I play with myself. But, at my age, a few eccentricities come… Like riding a bicycle around the world.
What's amazing? Two days ago I had no passports now I have TWO! Note, a woman called from the U.S. Consulate to inform me my passport was there at there office in Cochabamba. I had thought they would send it to Namaste in La Paz, part of the reason for going to Elder Jove's 95th BD. Anyway, struck, I could hardly wait to tell Angelo, as it's Angelo who has always helped when I need sophisticated Spanish. Thus, we've spent hours waiting at many Government 'torture chambers' (Interpol, hospitals, consulates, lawyers offices, Imgraciones, etc.)
We got a message from Angelo, the trip to his property cancelled, and he and Nirzia going to La Chancha to pick up our new fire (oil drum turned into a barby).
Chris and Inez (?), our two Austrian cycling guests (warmshowers.org) were off to La Chancha as well).
Angelo returned with the 'barby,' (pictures always at www.cyclingpeace.org/gallery/ -- in fact now, 14360 images on 21 pages in 103 albums).
We're having a party August 3rd (Bolivia's '4th of July').
Sam, Angelo, and I 'took a break,' discussed how to save the world! We couldn't agree!
I went off to ride up a mountain, as needed to talk to Jesus. Note: Cochabamba has the tallest stature of Jesus in the world (45mts. high), and it's at the top of a hill over looking Centro Cochabamba. You can climb up the 1,000 steps (which I've done, take the cable car, or drive the road.) If you ride a bicycle It's 5KM of rock road (from the Gate to the parking lot). I made it only stopping for one picture (ditto, GALLERY). From the house here, to the top of Mt. Jesus, this crank took 90 minutes. At the top I turned around in the parking lot (ringing my bell), and vibrated down (rock road horrible on Senor Fetes, in fact, he complained). Half way down I stopped for a 'pit stop').
On the way home, after almost colliding with a drunk (on the bicycle path no less), I stopped at IC North Market to buy some potato chips/Golden T (new drink sweetened with stevia). After checking out I noticed my cel. tele. was not in its usual spot. Ah, the day of 'Lost and Found!' I surmised it had fallen out when I laid Senor Fetes on the ground up on the hill. Thus, the plan was to return home, then take a taxi back to that spot, about one-half the way up.
I was getting ready to depart, when a woman walked up and handed me my cel. tele. Shocked for the third time in one day about things returning to me! It had fallen out when I was locking and taking my bag into the market. She found it lying on the sidewalk. What are the odds? How did she know I was the owner? And it works!
It you wonder why I entitled this THE DAY OF LOST AND FOUND, isn't it obvious?
P.S. But, no wood fire, as the guy, after saying 'yes,' said 'no.'