The Passport Police and I are not Best Friends

After 5 weeks without a day off and two days lying sick in bed, I headed to Cochabamba to renew my visa. I dropped my passport off without a hitch and spent the evening pampering myself in my hotel room. In the morning, I went to go buy all of the things people had asked for from the big city but to my disgruntlement most of the shops were closed for no apparent reason. It was 11 am on a Wednesday and the streets were deserted and all of the shops shut. I did manage to find some of the things I was looking for but others, like peanut butter, eluded me even though I must have asked at 50 different tiendas. I needed to go to the supermarket but that was closed as well. I learned that there was a protest in town but no matter how many people I asked nobody could give me a straight answer as to what people were protesting. At 4 30 I went to the passport office as I had been told to do only to find it closed. The lady at the hotel said that the protests would likely close down the city until friday which means that I won´t get my passport back until Monday at the earliest. So I am going back to Villa Tunari. I am not waiting in an empty, closed city for that long. I haven´t seen Gato in 3 days and I miss him terribly and I miss the people who have become like my second family. I will just have to come back to Cochabamba to pick up my passport next week. This may be the stupidest thing I´ve ever done but that will just be loads of fun to blog about.