4 Planes Later...

4281.5 miles later, Anna and I are in the La Paz airport awaiting our last flight into Cochabamba. This weekend has consisted of enough traveling for a lifetime. We calculated a total of five different planes needed to get to Cochabamba--all in two days! The flight from Atlanta to Santiago was not the smoothest. While Anna got upgraded to first class and was indulging in a five course meal, massage chairs, comfy pillows and blankets, and her own seat, I was in the back of the plane trying to focus on anything but puking. After several attempts to distract myself from being sick (counting backwards in Spanish, watching a movie, sleeping, etc.) I failed and found myself running to the bathroom to vom. Same for this morning. Not a pleasant time. When we landed in Santiago this morning, Anna asked how my flight was and I told her while she just laughed. And I guess I laughed about it too--two total opposite experiences.

A weird thing we have noticed: everyone's infatuation with donuts. There have been so many travelers in the Santiago area caring boxes and boxes of Dunkin' Donuts. Whereas for us, it's just a staple in our lives...

The people we've encountered have been incredible--workers and travelers. It took us a while to figure out where we were going to while in the Santiago airport but thanks to a woman and her two sons just under ten, we were able to figure it out. There was also a couple from Sydney that was backpacking through South America and then through the Caribbean before moving to the States/Canada for a year or so. We also encountered Eric, a lone traveler from the Netherlands who was spending three months backpacking through South America and then in August, hopefully doing the same in Asia. It's just amazing hearing everyone's different stories and talking about ours.

The last fifteen minutes or so of our flight into La Paz was beautiful as we were right along the Andes:

We still have a journey ahead of us but every minute has been worth it.
Much love from Bolivia!