02/18 - Copacabana

In the morning, Jim brought flowers, because I was coming down with a cold. When I finally got myself out of bed, we walked to the shore of Titicaca. The main street slopes toward it; it's quite scenic. We had fresh orange juice, on lounge chairs, in the sunshine. We took photos, but most of them were on my camera. There was a place that rented yellow-ducky paddle boats. I was too sick to try one. We did some shopping and internet cafe-ing. But mostly, we just wandered around the small city. The cathedral was stunning. The festivities were endless. The markets were colorful, and cheaper than Peru. The alleys and walls near the plazas reeked of urine. Men were fall-down drunk on the arms of their wives. Everybody was wearing shimmery, sparkly costumes. Many of them matched. We even saw one red-white-&-blue cowboy. Children were tending a lot of the shops while their parents were dancing and drinking at the festivals. We got dinner at a "Thai" restaurant where a 9-yr-old boy was the only person on staff. We waited at least an hour for the food; possibly longer, and it was pretty bad. But, at least it was memorable.