So, it's officially been ages since I posted about my travels, and I'm finally catching my breath to continue, so back to Bolivia we go!
We took a bus from La Paz, the capital, to Copacabana, a town on the coast of Lake Titicaca, where my partner was baptized.
The story here is that my partner's mom grew up loving the beach as a California girl, and when she and her Bolivian husband (my partner's father) decided to move to Bolivia to raise their kids, the plan was to move to Lake Titicaca (the biggest lake in South America, partly in Bolivia and partly in Peru).
They packed water toys, safety vests, etc. in anticipation of lots of lake-time fun. Unfortunately, they didn't research the schools until they got there and found them dismally inadequate, so they ended up moving to Cochabamba instead (which was smack in the middle of the land-locked country).
The happy ending here is that once the kids left for college, they ended up moving to the beach in Mexico, so she got her beachfront house after all. And my partner was baptized in the Copacabana church before they left, so it was neat to see it as a piece of his life history.
I'm getting ahead of myself, though, so let's get back to this bus journey.
So, we left bustling, crowded La Paz and headed west towards Lake Titicaca.
I loved passing little towns and found the sky in Bolivia to be particularly beautiful.
We passed some picturesque soccer fields as we drove along the coast of Lake Titicaca. Imagine playing on one of these fields every day...
And paid for the smallest tickets ever.
We then walked around a bit while waiting and came across a monument you probably wouldn't see in the States.
Our bus boarded a raft, and we boarded a little boat.
We watched our bus sail across the strait on the Tornado behind us:
We landed first and walked around a little while waiting for the bus to catch up:
Finally, the bus arrived.
Next up: Copacabana.