Our House in Sucre

We have a HOUSE!

It fell on our lap unexpectedly. The lady at the hostel offered it to us for the same price as two rooms, or to make a full circle, for the price of a campsite in Namibia.

Once I entered the space I felt like weeping. It had a KITCHEN a living room with enough space to stretch, a bedroom with a DOOR! and the coolest loft space for the kids. It was the kitchen that made me want to cry. It was flooded with light and had a FRIDGE, a stove and a small terrace. As if all this wasn’t enough, the house was beautiful. Something of a dream space, really. Ops, I forgot to mention that it was offered to us with breakfast included.

What did I do? I ran to the market and got as many veggies and fruits as I could carry and dragged them HOME (even typing the word home feels amazing).

Do you see the yogurt bottle on the table? Yes, another miracle happened today. I managed to find yogurt sin azukar! And baby strawberries and chard and awesome white cheese and figs. Next time I should go to the market with just a few coins as I tend to get carried away…

Ta-Da! This is the kitchen/dining/interior green space ~

I need to remember to water the little tree at the entry so it doesn’t die on us. See the bricks on the floor? Brilliant, right? I think if I ever built a new house I would reuse as many recycled materials as I could, bricks being prime candidates for the floor. The hostel owner was pretty brave and used bricks in all the showers in the rest of the building, avoids grout cleaning for one and also exfoliates the heels.

The ladder leads to the loft, which has two beds on each side. And I didn’t Photoshop the curved wood ceiling that transitions into a floor. The space is that COOL. Our bedroom is less cool but it has a a bed and a door that closes and that is all that matters to me after the countless nights of camping.

This is it! Except that I forgot to add the cat Mamusha. She is the Bolivian version of our Pushek, a little younger and a few pounds lighter.

That’s better. How do you like our house?

I love it. I love it so much that I am refusing to pack any time soon. I am a little burned out from the constant movement and need a slow period to recharge and take some Spanish lessons so I don’t have to jump in frustration every time I try to say something. We planned to stay in Sucre just a few days but the house is ours for at least a week, maybe more.

That is why we don’t type itineraries Mr Immigration officer. Because sometimes a miracle like this happens and I would be stupid to ignore it, look the other way and keep on moving. As a matter of fact, the four of us decided to try to extend our Bolivian visa.

Wish us luck:)

~M