I realized I was in Bolivia about four days into the trip. As a group we decided to hike to the nearby aqueduct to watch the sunrise. At 5:00AM we all woke up with our headlamps to make our way there. We made it down to the creek, but forgot to account for the storm that night – what had once been a bit bigger than a puddle was now flowing too fast for us to walk through. We had to find a small path of rocks in the dark and hop from one to the next until we had all crossed. We made it up the aqueduct and all lay down on the wall and looked at the stars while we waited for the sun to rise. The sunrise itself wasn´t anything special. In fact most of it was blocked by the mountain on our other side. All we saw was the sky getting brighter as time passed, but just the experience of getting there was enough for me to finally realize that my adventures in Bolivia had just started.
