I love Puno

We find a hostel NOT listed in the Bible. Blasphemy! Wade takes a (much needed) shower with aguas calientes while I watch TV! In our hostel room! I love TV!! The program appears to be the Peruvian "Dance 360," although without the Head-to-Head segments. If you have never watched Dance 360, you need to go turn on your WB at five thirty every afternoon and basque in the splendor that is Dance.

Eventually, I do peek outside. I love Puno. We are on the eastern edge of Lake Titicaca, the highest navigable lake in the world. Small brick buildings are perched on the hillsides containing the lake. Though this city seems poorer than Arequipa or Lima, the homogeneous architechture and water lend it a certain charm. The city is situated quite like downtown Providence, whose dwellings peek over the hills to the capital building (and mall) down below. Here, the buildings overlook the sparkling lake.

The sky is a delicious overcast gray hue. The clouds are light, and then they are rain-filled dark, and then there are intermittant patches of blue. Puno is the biggest city for miles, but in the distance, I can see small villages of houses propped on other lakeside hills. We are high up. The elevation is twelve thousand feet. The air is thin, but clean.