We arrived, somewhat late, into Bogota. Bogota has a new airport, all shiny and modern with everything rated “Green”. Customs was a breeze (I was mistaken for a Colombian…awesome) and the fun conversation of the evening was with two American kids (20ish) who wondered if it was okay to sleep in the airport (my two cents, go for it). They were basically bumming through South America for the next few months. He even had the stereotypical guitar slung over his shoulder.
Different decades, different adventures.
Casa Latana is pretty much exactly the same way I remembered it from 3 years ago. The morning we sat with a French couple who didn’t speak much English or Spanish – so lots of puzzling out latin roots and making fun hand gestures. They’ve two little Colombian girls with them. We also had a short conversation with a couple from Indiana. They’re off to adopt two kidos from a fairly remote part of the country. Fun times.
We took coffee with Lucia, getting caught up on all the adventures in Colombian adoptions. She’s wonderful, matter-of-fact, and has the excellent ability to communicate quite well with facial expressions. A good 95% of my brainpower at the moment is spent trying to switch linguistic modes. It takes a while for the ears to adjust. Any body language is helpful.
We catch the plane to Neiva in 2 hours. Looks like we won’t be staying at the Hotel Picande (apparently an exciting political reunion is happening there…best to avoid). I think we’ll be renting an apartment – which may have it’s pluses in that we can cook our food.
