One Sunday morning in Sucre, friends and I were up much too early to be pleased about. There we were at 8am, ready to go to the Tarabuco markets, and nursing a variety of drinks to get us through the bus ride: Coffees, and market smoothies high on the list.
Feeling a little worse for wear, we were squinting at the sun and wondering how the morning would go when we saw this scene across the street: A couple trying to stuff an inordinate number of balloons into a small car.
By the time we’d left 20 minutes later, they hadn’t yet succeeded in their quest.
We never did find out if the balloons were for a wedding, football match, or just because it was Sunday…but the brave war waged by these people in the quest for party decorations will never be forgotten.