San José

Ok. We take the train to San Jose.
And from Santa Cruz station to our destination,
we are well entertained.
Never seen so many sellers. Traipsing up and down the isles.
A continuous cacophony of ”hot dogs!”, ”fried whole fish!”,
“Jelly and juice!”“chicken and rice!”
and our fellows travelers are also a surprise.
They are called Mennonites,
a Germanic community all clones in dungarees
and old fashion dresses like Amish.
They farm Soya and cheese,
have their own language if you please,
blue eyes like the skies over this hick town.

San José de Chiquitos, one of the 7 Jesuit mission churches.
We wanted to visit them all but it was a mission impossible.
San José church is being lovingly restored by passionate artists hands
But what else to do in this wilderness?
I guess the National park.
High in the mountain with views to loose your worries
trees and trees and trees and trees and as far as your eyes can see
and blue sky in the sun that always shines here.
San José has more-ish lemonade .