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Greetings, dear readers. I have started a pattern that I do not expect to discontinuity anytime soon, and that is to compose my updates solely from cities with fun-to-pronouce names. In this case, that means that Señor Neubz and I are tucked away in the hopping hamlet of Cochabamba, Bolivia. Its people, like my friend Brad Huebner, have a deep enjoyment for whitewashed jeans, and they, too, send their regards. Bolivia has surpassed my lofty expectations and has earned its place as my favorite country of the trip. This was not difficult. I knew before I crossed the boundary that the new Bolivian President, Evo Morales, wears a sash whenever he is in public (and most likely while he sleeps). I love civil pageantry, so admittedly Bolivia had a leg up. I also comprehend a politician with a good sense of humor. On a recent trip a month or so ago, our esteemed Secretary of State Doctor Condeleeza Rice paid a visit to President Morales in an effort to get him to limit his country´s production...
