This traditional old Bolivian home was one of the places I spend a day in on my trip to Bolivia. It is magically run-down and overgrown, with flowers everywhere and aerial-plants on the electric wires. We drove there with my extended Bolivian relatives: five adults and five kids in each car, a guitar, tons of food and of course chicha. We wandered around the hills, ate too much choclo and cheese, and visited the village fair nearby. But most of all I remember the magic of this dilapidated old homestead and the beauty of it's overgrown garden. Here are some photos:











