I made a friend from Montana, Corey, on the way to Isla del Sol. We climbed a crapload of stairs to the top of the island to the hotel (I forget its name). We spent Christmas Eve drinking Bolivian wine on the deck and talking with two argentinians. It rained all the next morning so, instead of exploring the island more, we headed to La Paz. Between 3 and 6pm on the 24th we hiked around the island in search of some ruins that we never found. It was still fun to walk about all of the ancient terraces that are still in use by farmers today.