Tarija Bolivia

Well we left Tupiza to head to our final city before making out journey home, Tarija Bolivia. Well here is the thing to get from Tupiza to Tarija the ONLY and when I say only it is literally the ONLY way, you have to take a bus on the most dangerous road in the world. Well lets just say I was incredibly sick this day and the buses are so packed full the aisles and jam packed with all of the citizens of Bolivia. It smells and the bus ride is like eight hours long. The bus drivers cruise around these winding dirt roads and the wheels on the bus go slightly over the cliff and dirt is falling from beneath you as you peel around the corner looking out the window straight down a cliff praying for you life. This literally goes on 90% of the eight hours. I am here to tell the tale and I can't complain because Scott took this ride more times than he can count and he took the red eye bus. This is when I just couldn't handle food poising, being starving and people pooing on the side of the road anymore I just really wanted to get back to the good old US of A but guess what I made it alive and now it's quite the story to tell! 

Once we got to Tupiza we rested in out hotel, the nicest hotel of the trip, tender mercy. Then William came and got us from our hotel. We stopped by the church building and we went to William and Maria Christina's old home, this is where they were Scotts penchanista and he saved their marriage. Then we went to their new home where Scott was reunited with them. It was one of the sweetest things I've ever seen! Their family is so wonderful Nieves was getting baptized that day so we headed to the church and made about 300 cupcakes. They went so above and beyond for the baptism. I am so glad I got to be a part of it. It was very special! What an amazing family. I am so grateful for them and the experiences we had with that family!