My first day out solo. Took the training wheels off to visit the lawyer and a cardio doctor. Rode various busses. Next time I will spend the money and take a taxi. Not because of security although that's an ever present thought. More because of the hills and the wear and tear of walking twenty blocks a day. Plus, after six days I doubt I am fully adapted to the thin air. The lawyer got the $350 needed to launch the visa application. That process will take a while but I believe it is in good hands. Residence status is the goal, then I can find my quieter spot and root a little.
The cardio doctor gave me an EKG and recommended a local diag center for an echo cardiogram. I will be setting that up soon. Today's visit was $40, the cost of a few Q tips on a stateside bill. Don't know what the echo diag will be, much less than stateside I expect.
I saw the statue of Bolivar near the Banco Central late afternoon. The advise to take a jacket is sound. The air cools in the late pm in a predictable way. There were rain showers as I left the last bus. They thankfully ended as I started up the hill to the house. This hill, part of the volcano's skirt I believe, would do credit to San Francisco's topology. It's no trek for an old guy was today's message.
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