One night when we were in Bolivia, we stayed at a families home that had invited us for dinner. We initially were somewhat surprised at this invitation, but soon learned it wasn't all that uncommon. And we were even less uptight when we noticed how nice the family were to us. They lived in one of the most interesting houses we've ever seen! It was fairly small, but not cramped. There was a main room which served as a dinning/living room/den and kitchen, and there was a bedroom upstairs, split into two sections; one for the women, and one for the men. It had plenty of space to move around anyway. And on top of that, there was a little watchtower that was accessed from the bedroom floor, and it served no purpose, they just liked going up there because it was peaceful.
Anyway, the family consisted of five people; a women in her forties and her husband that looked close to her age, the woman's mother, who looked to be in her late seventies, and two sons that were around twelve or so. They all were very nice people! Anyway, after we met everyone and toured the house, we sat down at the dinner table and prepared for a good meal.
Apparently, it's a custom to have a moderately sized dinner, never a large dinner, since most people typically have very big lunches at midday in Bolivia; this is also a custom for many other Latin-Americas. countries. So families in particular aren't typically as hungry as an American family would be at dinner. Regardless of that, we were not very hungry that night, so we didn't end up looking like pigs fortunately. Our dinner was black rice, spicy chicken, and several humintas, which are similar to tortillas. They were delicious!
After dinner the father played a song on his guitar, and they bid us farewell and we were off. It was a great dinner.
One night when we were in Bolivia, we stayed at a families home that had invited us for dinner. We initially were somewhat surprised at this invitation, but soon learned it wasn't all that uncommon. And we were even less uptight when we noticed how nice the family were to us. They lived in one of the most interesting houses we've ever seen! It was fairly small, but not cramped. There was a main room which served as a dinning/living room/den and kitchen, and there was a bedroom upstairs, split into two sections; one for the women, and one for the men. It had plenty of space to move around anyway. And on top of that, there was a little watchtower that was accessed from the bedroom floor, and it served no purpose, they just liked going up there because it was peaceful.
Anyway, the family consisted of five people; a women in her forties and her husband that looked close to her age, the woman's mother, who looked to be in her late seventies, and two sons that were around twelve or so. They all were very nice people! Anyway, after we met everyone and toured the house, we sat down at the dinner table and prepared for a good meal.
Apparently, it's a custom to have a moderately sized dinner, never a large dinner, since most people typically have very big lunches at midday in Bolivia; this is also a custom for many other Latin-Americas. countries. So families in particular aren't typically as hungry as an American family would be at dinner. Regardless of that, we were not very hungry that night, so we didn't end up looking like pigs fortunately. Our dinner was black rice, spicy chicken, and several humintas, which are similar to tortillas. They were delicious!
After dinner the father played a song on his guitar, and they bid us farewell and we were off. It was a great dinner.
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Culture_of_Bolivia