When my folks told me that an exchange student from Bolivia would be living with them at the family home in northern Wisconsin I knew right away that a time would come when I would make it truly an ‘exchange’. In July of 1989, I gripped my seat on a plane landing at La Paz’s airport. I thought the plane would never stop … with the thin air at 3640 metres of elevation it takes a while for a jet to come to a stop. I caught a connecting flight to…

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