When you think of "Copacabana," you might think of a lady with a fruit basket on her head, but that isn't quite what you'll find here.
Continuing on our journey, we passed some naturally rainbow-colored stone:
Some grazing donkeys:
And lots of winding roads. It almost seemed like the land went from color to black-and-white for a while.
And then we were back to the vibrant green:
We didn't get to stop for the Poncho Museum, but it's pretty neat that it exists:
And then, without warning, we were suddenly barreling down the main street of Copacabana:
We started walking towards Lake Titicaca and our little hotel:
We found our hotel, which we thought was pretty nice for about $25 a night:
Especially with this view of Lake Titicaca:
We dropped off our stuff and enjoyed the festive Carnival atmosphere as we walked around town:
Notice all of the confetti carpeting the stairs:
Even the taxis were ready to party:
The beauty of traveling in Bolivia is that people dress the same way whether it's for a parade or just because it's a normal day. The cholita outfit has probably remained more or less the same for centuries, and it's awesome: the bowler hats, the full and ruffled skirts, the elaborate shawls, the bright aguayo cloth tied around the back, the long braids...
You'll notice lots of potatoes, too, and Bolivians are proud to tell you this is where potatoes originated and that there are thousands of different kinds of potatoes in the country.
But this is getting long, so I'll stop here.
Next up: Lake Titicaca's Isla del Sol.