These past holidays I had planned to go to Machu Picchu, I thought since I am going to be in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, why not take a bus to La Paz; and then another one to Puno, Peru, and so on. Omitting my own land I felt a bit guilty. But, suddenly my travel time had to be cut in half, and thanks to this change of plan; and itinerary, I saw the opportunity to stay in the road and visit other places in Bolivia. When this chance showed up, I thought of places I grew up seeing in books, and places I had always heard of.
It turned out to be the most gratifying experiences I had during this trip. One thing is to travel and wonder about the costumes in a new country, the new landscapes, the new faces and all those things that put you out of your element, and yet make you feel like you need to do that very thing more often. To travel. But it’s a completely new feeling to visit the familiar and find yourself just as intrigued by it. This ought to be something close to being home sick, but I never had been to any of these places. The only way I can explain it is that before, I only ‘liked’ the idea of some time visiting the ruins in Tiwanaku or walking in the salt flat, but I ‘only’ liked those ideas because I was born in Bolivia and these places were always close by. They never felt so alluring as seeing some foreign land that is far away. Today, living in another country I get to feel like an outsider and I see Bolivia with the same allure. While in Bolivia, landing in the airports and arriving in those buses terminals did not make me feel like a tourist, instead, I felt welcomed and happy to blend in. I felt home.