While living in Santa Cruz Bolivia is not like living out in the jungle without running water or electricity or cars or internet, it is definitely a bit different from the States. I've been here before, but there are still a number of things that suprise me, and I can remember a number of differences that at first were quite different, and would like to share them with you so you might get a better glimpse into my new world here.
First off, they have an increasingly impressive amount of candy here generally found in the States, but peanut butter mm's isn't among them, which makes me sad as I'm nearing the end of my bag. But seriously... The city here is set up in a ring system that branches off of the center plaza, and then the roads are radials shooting out from the center (and also the main rings of course). Something that caught my attention shortly after arriving was that people don't tend to stay within the lines as they do in the states. Most main roads that are one-way will have three lanes, but it's not at all uncommon to see four cars lined up side by side waiting at the stop light. That is, if they even wait... it seems that red lights are mostly optional here, especially if the intersection is not a busy one. People may stop for a moment, but it's not surprising if when they see no one around they simply continue on there way.
Another thing I noticed after a few days was the feeling for being trapped, in a sense. All the houses here are surrounded by high walls, often covered with barbs or broken glass, and the way of entrance is through a gate usually covered with points as well. On the other hand, I've rarely experienced a more inviting culture. I met a girl last Friday night at a small group and saw her again on Sunday and she invited me over to have lunch with her family that she could get to know me better. I enjoyed a home cooked meal of chicken and rice (a staple in the Bolivian diet) and sat and talked religion and politics- in my less-than-wonderful Spanish and their poor anunciation haha. But I can't tell you how touched I was to receive this invite from someone I hardly knew, that certainly didn't know me; and to be shown so much love just because.
Something else that one from the states might find quite different is the level of sanitation (this isn't so much Bolivia in general so much as the city of Santa Cruz). Words can't begin to tell the amount of trash in the streets here. There are baskets in front of the gates of people's homes in which they put there trash, which is clearly not a very effective system, because there is literally trash everywhere. Plastic bags, used diapers, rotting food scraps- all causing mountains of flies! Not to mention the scavengers, mostly dogs, who tear open the bags looking for food only to cause more of a mess. On the other side, again, however, you can speak of the Bolivian greeting here, which is a kiss on the cheek. Clearly less "hygenic" than in the states, but it also speaks of their love for others. I can't imagine going in to my church at home and seeing everyone greeting this way- we have hand sanitizer in the back so we don't spread to many germs by shaking hands! (Not trying to rip on my church, just pointing out the cultural difference :) it's ok, I'm a bit of a germophobe myself!)
I think, perhaps, that one of the greatest thing for an american to adjust to, is how they do time here. Nothing starts on time, ever. And the bigger the event the later it starts. For whatever reason; I'm still trying to figure this one out, but that's how it is. I've been used to church starting 20 minutes late, but I was in for a shock when I went to a church's conference that was held two weekends ago- we were told that it started at 7:30, and my friend/coworker Gabby, and her son and I showed up pretty much right at 7:30. There were two musicians there, other than that we were the first to arrive. So we waited, and we waited, and we waited some more. It finally started at 8:30. I was relatively stunned. And there were still people coming long after it started. (Yes, there were people from a ways away, but still, I was surprised even!) But part of this slowness, I think, branches out from that fact that it is more important to just "be" with people than to be doing something or going somewhere. It's more important to stay and finish that conversation with a friend than it is to be on time to church. I appreciate the way they enjoy and live there life. They'd rather spend time with people, living life with one another, than be working that second job trying to get a newer bigger tv and car and house that they may finally obtain the happiness that is always just out of reach. (Again, not trying to offend anyone or point fingers at anyone in general, just pointing out a difference in the cultures I see here and at home.)
Not all the differences are good or bad, just, well, different. I'm guessing there's much more I could say, and your picture of this place isn't nearly as clear as I would like it to be, but it's hard to picture it completely without actually being here for yourself. It's taken a while to adjust, but I'm exited to set aside some of these differences and continue to learn about this world myself and see the beauty amidst the mess. Although, in light of this now empty bag, I do hope they start selling peanut butter mm's soon...