The
Bolivian Plaza
My apologies for not writing this week. My mother broke her hip a week ago and needed her baby boy. So I came home for a longer visit than planned. I am behind on my blogs, but I have about 20 I plans to write about Bolivia, and might add a few of my visit home.
If you know me, you know I love Bolivia. I might be home for a few weeks, or even a few months, but Bolivia is in my heart, so I will return as quickly as I can. This blog is dear to me. I hope you enjoy.
My apologies for not writing this week. My mother broke her hip a week ago and needed her baby boy. So I came home for a longer visit than planned. I am behind on my blogs, but I have about 20 I plans to write about Bolivia, and might add a few of my visit home.
If you know me, you know I love Bolivia. I might be home for a few weeks, or even a few months, but Bolivia is in my heart, so I will return as quickly as I can. This blog is dear to me. I hope you enjoy.
The
Plaza was originally the seat of power for a Bolivian, or Latin American
town. Life started here and spread out
to the rest of the city and the countryside.
It is where people had an open space to meet. It is where commerce began. It is where religious life was centered.
I
have been living in Bolivia for five months now. On my first day back, I visited the Plaza 24 de
Septiembre in Santa Cruz. I go there
often. I can enjoy a good meal at La Pascana. I can see the art in the Manzana Uno. Families can entertain their toddlers by
feeding the pigeons, or more likely the toddlers chasing the pigeons (my mom
will regale you with stories of me chasing birds when I was a toddler).
I
have learned about the history of Bolivian independence only recently,
discovering the statue in the middle of the Plaza is a hero of the Battle of El
Pari. Bolivar is often featured in the
plazas of Bolivia. Why not? He gave his name to this country. There is always a national hero featured in a Bolivian plaza, or two or three.
Banks
and money exchanges surround the Plaza in Santa Cruz, as you will find in most
of the plazas of Bolivia. Most of the
government buildings have moved away, allowing the creation of the Manzana
Uno. The Cathedral still dominates as it
has dominated life in Santa Cruz for nearly 400 years.
The
little town of Samaipata has a beautiful, but small plaza, surrounded by
restaurants. The Plaza de Armas is much
like Samaipata, an eclectic blend of tradition and the hippy culture that has
invaded the small town. There is the
traditional church and the required statue of a local hero, but also strange
pieces of modern art. As the sun sets,
like any plaza, it comes alive as the town gathers.
Tarija
surprised me with three plazas joining each other. I first encountered the Plaza de Sucre, which
was filled with youth and young families, ice cream vendors, and roses. It was a place where the young of Tarija
gather to hang out in the evenings. Nearby
was the Plaza de Armas, the main plaza.
It was more like the plaza in Santa Cruz, with banks and restaurants,
actually a lot of very nice restaurants.
It was for a more refined crowd. Families
were there, but I remember seeing elderly women gather to chat on a park bench. The one thing that plaza lacked was a church,
but I found it a block away, on its own, small plaza.
This
week, Thanksgiving weekend, I visited Sucre.
Two blocks from my hotel was the Plaza 25 de Mayo, probably the largest
plaza I have yet to see. It has the
expected cathedral, with a Baroque design adapted by the local Mestizo
population. It also houses the Treasury
Museum and the House of Liberty. Sucre
at one time was the capital of Bolivia.
You can sense history visiting this Plaza.
The
second evening in Sucre, I saw just how alive this plaza was. There was not an empty park bench and there
are so many to choose from. Under the
statue of Sucre, guarded by two great lions, youths had gathered to break
dance. I don’t think kids in the States
break dance much any more, but the kids here do. They amazed me with acrobatics and throwing
themselves on the ground in spins that would send me to the hospital.
My
conclusion to all of this? Plazas are
the life of a city. They are
vibrant. From a plaza, you can get a
feeling what life is like in that city.
They are all similar, but they are also different. Before I end my year in Bolivia, I want to
visit Cochabamba, La Paz, Riberalta, Potosi, and Oruro. Most likely, I will visit the plazas first. I know I will return to Samaipata. I hope I will return to Sucre and
Tarija. I will always find a plaza.