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I returned from Bolivia in August, but I’m still discovering that I am no longer in posession of certain items that were once, well, in my posession.

Here are a few things I lost in Bolivia:

My Brooks running tights.

A favorite black fancy shirt, from Anthropologie.

Some of my favorite underwear.

Several meals, and my appetite, for a few days.

I plan to write more about my Bolivian odyssey here soon, but let’s just say I’m still processing the whole experience. However, I’m pissed about my “lost” clothes! There was an afternoon in Potosí when Krista and I left our backpacks in the luggage storage room at the bus station so that we could navigate the city a little lighter, and when we retrieved them the zippers were kind of funny and definitely not how we left them.

I hope you’re enjoying my running tights (which I only had for one cold season), señor/a boliviano/a! And my favorite shirt.

Ok, I’m done. I had to put a little of my anger out into the world, and now I feel better. More on Bolivia soon.

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