Playing with water and foam
Wednesday, March 22nd, 2006I called Elvis from the bus station…he had been waiting around in a nearby market since 6:00 and said he would be there in 5 minutes…and he was. He offered that I could stay at his house, which was great, would save me more money, and would also give me a chance to see what a house looks like in Bolivia. He lived in a neighborhood that was a good ways out of town…I was definitely the only foreigner around. His “house” was one room…a whole bunch of rooms surrounding a courtyard with a shared bathroom. There was also a communal kitchen, but Elvis said he didn’t have access to it. I don’t think he knows how to cook, anyway. There was also a communal flower garden and corn patch in the courtyard. [read on]