The bus ride from Santa Cruz to Sucre felt totally ok, even though it was an old bus on a really bad mountain road, because nothing can be worse than the bus ride from Asuncion to Santa Cruz. We arrived and took a taxi to the Beehive, the hostel we had booked. Since we arrived really early in the morning, we were pretty sure we would have to wait to check in, but we didn't. We got breakfast, a really good one, and could go to our room immediately afterwards. Except for this, we also got a very nice welcome from the other guests who started talking to me and Jen right from the start. We felt at home and suddenly we weren't afraid that we would have to wait in Sucre longer than we wanted.

About the wait... My MasterCard started to give me a hard time in Rio. At first I just thought the ATMs didn't like my card, but after a while I realized that it wasn't the ATMs fault. The chip on my card stopped working completely in Foz do Iguaçu and in Paraguay and Bolivia I couldn't use the magnetic strip anymore. Luckily for me I had some "emergency dollars" and a Jen! It was also quite easy to get a new one but it would take two weeks for it to arrive, which was the reason why we booked the hostel in Sucre and had to wait there until the card came. The card arrived in Santa Cruz and, after a few visits to the post office and the bank, finally in Sucre.

Sucre is a beautiful town, it's safe and there's a lot to do and see in and around the town. That might be the reason why so many travelers fall in love with this place. In the Beehive, most people stayed for at least a week or two to study Spanish and since I loved the atmosphere there from the start, I decided to do the same. My Spanish teacher, Susi who was also the manager of the hostel, was what I would call a power woman. She works all the time, is involved in organizations helping Bolivian women and also teaches Spanish. After my first Spanish lesson, I realized how much it helped me and I ended up having 6 lessons.

We were a really good group of people living in the hostel and there was always something going on. Usually Rich, the American guy who's been traveling for 2 years already and has at least one more to go, was the source of the idea or the one encouraging others ideas. The dutch couple Hanne and Joris, the cute Kiwi girl Xind, the Americans Renee and Jamie and many more always helped to fulfill those ideas. We organized an Indian night, Mexican night, food tour and Bbq night, we went to markets together, some practiced yoga and others learned how to knit. I felt so sad when it was time to leave, but it was also the right time since most people left at about the same time. And as always, it's the people who makes the experience. I hope to see everybody again one day, somewhere in the world!