Words can never do justice to the city of La Paz, the heart of Bolivia. Greater La Paz, which is Bolivia’s most populous city, is comprised of a triplet of cities: Nuestra Señora de La Paz (Our Lady of Peace), El Alto (The Heights), and Viacha. La Paz may not be the official capital of Bolivia but everyone knows it unofficially is; it houses more government departments than the actual capital Sucre or Bolivia’s second biggest city Santa Cruz de la Sierra.
The city nicknamed The Peace has a seemingly endless supply of stories and storytellers. At a local café ask if anyone knows a good story and there will be plenty of eager takers. La Paz is not as full of rhythm as Rio de Janeiro but it is not as suffocating as Buenos Aires. La Paz is a Latin American Lhasa. It is an architectural wonder, colonial, modern, Incan, Spanish, and utilitarian; you have to be practical in these expansive hills. In La Paz the pace of life is far less important than the quality of life, and the honest moments are infinitely more valuable than the disingenuous ones. In this city I find there is no small talk, only sincere and perpetually enchanting conversation. I am enamoured with La Paz, its peoples with their stories of life and struggle, its perspective from atop of the earth, and its presence in every story and the way it touches every life. La Paz is always present and for some awe-inspiring reason in La Paz I always feel present. I am in tune with this moment and completely grateful for the peace that is La Paz.