Death By Chocolate... Literally!

We thought we'd be in danger from anonymous Bolivians. Little did we know that it was our cook trying to kill us. MH headed in to work at the crack of dawn because the Embassy was locking the doors early in anticipation of a large group of pro-Evo protesters. We also heard that there might be protesters down in the suburbs, so school was canceled (The Boy stayed home anyway because he had a fever), and it was strongly recommended that we stay in our homes. There were two protests not far from here. There was a group protesting outside of a restaurant not far from our house, but the group headed toward the Embassy was dispersed a few blocks away. I am confused why Evo would pay them to protest and then have his officers stop them a few blocks away. What does he do that doesn't surprise me? (I thought someone said that he bites the head off a bat everyday, but with my poor Spanish they could have said that he plays a bit of baseball.) By mid-afternoon everything had quieted down and for the first time in a week MH was home on time. Yeah! The kids have missed him a lot. To celebrate our cook made a chocolate cake and I even donated some store-bought frosting from our consumable shipment. This is where the story goes bad. We were supposed to be celebrating the fact that today wasn't a rough day, but instead I think we'll postpone our celebration and see if we make it through the night. For some reason the cake tasted like toilet bowl cleaner. We can't figure out what she could possibly have put in it because there is only so much food and chemicals in our kitchen. The bad news is... we have to keep eating it. Other than that, things are quiet here for now. Tomorrow is rumored to be an interesting day, so we'll keep you posted. After all, that's what this blog is for.