The bus ride to Sucre was horrible. It was a very ghetto bus. I was warned that in these types of buses, people steal from you. So I was always half awake and had my hands near my pockets. I got to Sucre early in the morning and, again, had to look for a hostel. I walked all the way to the center plaza (since most hostels are around there). I found that it was more expensive here. Sucre is the official capital of Bolivia, since it is near Potosi, the city that, believe it or not, used to be the richest city in the world (more explanation about it later). La Paz is now the unofficial capital beacuse that is where all of the administration and politics moved to.

Sucre was another beutiful city that kind of reminded me of Cochabamba. Just like Cochabamba, it is a university city with about 27000 students. One of the unversities here is the most prestigious one in South America (where most Chilian, Argentinian, Peruvian, and Bolivian presidents have gone to).

After I found an affodible hostel, I had a big breakfast at a cute little restaurant. I then decided to visit the Museo de la Recoleta (a museum that my travel book recommended). It was a convent that had an orange tree that was more than a 1000 years old! I had a guide that spoke only Spanish (which I understood completely, now!). It was a nice museum, but I found it a bit overrated.

After the museum, I decided to go to this restaurant at a hotel called Kolping. It was a museum that Eugenia had recommended to me, because not only did it have great food, it had an amazing panoramic view of Sucre. I had lunch there while reading my travel book.

It was getting late (around 4pm), and I did not have time to do much else because museums closed early here. So I decided to have dessert at a famous place that my book recommended. It was called Las Delicias. My book, however, did not have the right directions to the place so i asked these two students that were walking close to me. They were two girls that kept on giggling and offered to walk me there. They asked me how old I was, and when I told them, they asked me if I had a younger brother (the girls were 17!). I told them yes, and like little school girls, their eyes lit up saying: "ooooo!" I rolled my eyes. They were really nice to walk me all the way to the doorstep of the place. I hugged them, and said thank you.

When I walked into Las Delicias, my book wrote the name of the owner and her specialties. There was an older women at the door, and I asked if she was the owner. She said yes, and when I called her by her name, she was surprised. I explained to her (and showed her in my book) that she was mentioned in my travel book along with her specialties. She seemed flatered. I decided to try her famous sonso (a yuka dish on a stick) along with a chocolate cake and coffee. It was so delicious! When I went to pay, it was only 14 Bolivianos! I think she gave me a discount, but wasn't sure.

While walking back to my hostel, there seemed to be a parade going on. It was the 4th of August and on the 6th was the Bolivian independence day. So a lot was going on, because Sucre was the city where the president goes, and it is the biggest party here. I took pictures of the parade, and then went on the internet at an internet cafe.There, I finally found the courage to find out my MCAT score. When I found out, i was so relieved that it was a great score. I felt that if I did not get a good score, it would have put a downer on this trip.

I went to bed that night feeling great, thinking about my future and the possibilities for me...