This is the view from the window of our new house! From our bedroom no less. Caitlin and I, after much heartache and deepset racism, found a place to live. It's about a ten minute walk out of town. We pay 40 dollars a month (shared) and live with an Argentine expat named Luciano (Lucho). He's incredibly kind and friendly and has pretty sweet dreads. After loads of people showing us houses with no electricity, no bathroom, broken floors (which they expected us to pay to get fixed!) we stumbled across Lucho's place. Apart from not having a fridge it's a dream come true. If we ever live anywhere with a view like this again, well then we will be doing something right. Not to mention the sunsets....
The living room. Complete with sparse hippie decor and cement floors. But we just made a two day trip to La Paz (running up the massive hillsides) and bought everything we could possibly want to turn the house into our home. With apologies to Luther Vandross. We are done sleeping on the matress made of dried reeds (which the local woman refused to show caitlin unless she promised she was buying the matress and paid first...I promise to post about the out of control xenophobia and racism asap.
Another shot of the view. There's a garden, it's massive, and a three legged dog named Rengo (Limp) just to make Caitlin feel completely at ease. We really couldn't have been luckier. Actually when we first got to town, some three months ago, we went for a walk and fantasized about this exact house, saying if we could choose any place in town that would be where we want to live. Low and behold, 90 days later and we're cooking stir fry in the kitchen.
The spartan exterior. All building is done here in either adobe or cement. Just pray there are no big earthquakes.
The other day we went to Primi, our co-employee's house in Yampupata (a small small town further down the lake about an hour away from Copa) for a campo cookout. This picture show's the group. On the left is Dave, owner and founder of The Spitting LLama, next to him is Primi in her finest hat. Romy is standing above Primi's son Brandon. Innocencia, Primi's mother, is glaring angrily at the camera and Caitlin is looking marvelous on the far right.
This is the view from the window of our new house! From our bedroom no less. Caitlin and I, after much heartache and deepset racism, found a place to live. It's about a ten minute walk out of town. We pay 40 dollars a month (shared) and live with an Argentine expat named Luciano (Lucho). He's incredibly kind and friendly and has pretty sweet dreads. After loads of people showing us houses with no electricity, no bathroom, broken floors (which they expected us to pay to get fixed!) we stumbled across Lucho's place. Apart from not having a fridge it's a dream come true. If we ever live anywhere with a view like this again, well then we will be doing something right. Not to mention the sunsets....
The living room. Complete with sparse hippie decor and cement floors. But we just made a two day trip to La Paz (running up the massive hillsides) and bought everything we could possibly want to turn the house into our home. With apologies to Luther Vandross. We are done sleeping on the matress made of dried reeds (which the local woman refused to show caitlin unless she promised she was buying the matress and paid first...I promise to post about the out of control xenophobia and racism asap.
Another shot of the view. There's a garden, it's massive, and a three legged dog named Rengo (Limp) just to make Caitlin feel completely at ease. We really couldn't have been luckier. Actually when we first got to town, some three months ago, we went for a walk and fantasized about this exact house, saying if we could choose any place in town that would be where we want to live. Low and behold, 90 days later and we're cooking stir fry in the kitchen.
The spartan exterior. All building is done here in either adobe or cement. Just pray there are no big earthquakes.
The other day we went to Primi, our co-employee's house in Yampupata (a small small town further down the lake about an hour away from Copa) for a campo cookout. This picture show's the group. On the left is Dave, owner and founder of The Spitting LLama, next to him is Primi in her finest hat. Romy is standing above Primi's son Brandon. Innocencia, Primi's mother, is glaring angrily at the camera and Caitlin is looking marvelous on the far right.
1 comment:
Wow! Congratulations on finding the house. Just seeing the photos sent me into a stream of heavy sighs, wishing I could look out my window and see that!
~Maria
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