Day 13: Bolivia got the best of me

I woke up on Tim's birthday excited for the next few days in Potosi and feeling much better than the day before.  Breakfast was empenatas and some tea that went down surprisingly well for how I felt the day before.  After packing a small bag for the weekend trip, we boarded our small bus and, like a bunch of sardines, had a pretty uneventful ride into the city.  There were rooms already ready for us when we got there at 10:30, so Will, Warner and I crushed a nap for about an hour before surfacing to get some lunch.  To our shock, everyone else was already gone so we went to one of the only places we knew, a cafe we went to breakfast at earlier. After searching the menu for something good, Will found a "hamburguesa double" on the menu, so we all ordered one of those.  The burgerish thing that came was definitely a disappointment but we ate them none the less. We paid our bills and left, and turned back for the hostel as our stomachs turned against us.  The three of us returned to the hostel by 2:00, regretting our lunch.  We didn't really move from our beds until about 7:00 when we went to dinner, but unfortunately there wasn't much on TV that was in English.  Dinner was at a steak restaurant for Tim's birthday but I didn't feel like eating much.  Hoping that this was the last day of sickness, Will and I went back to the hostel and crashed right after supper.