El 9 de agosto
One of the most rewarding parts of backpacking throughout another country is having the opportunity to meet so many different people. Yesterday at Pies Descalzos, I ran into a great girl from Oregon, Patricia. She and her boyfriend, Eric, are currently serving in the Peace Corps.
She lives a few blocks from my hostel, and she was kind enough to take the bus with me so I didn't have to pay for yet another taxi.
After meeting her boyfriend and hanging out at the hostel for a little while, we decided to go out to dinner at a nearby Lebanese restaurant.
Although tasty, most Colombian food is very mild. This was by far the most flavorful meal I've had here yet.
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This morning, a student from the university (Miguel) and I took a trip to El Museo del Caribe.
Miguel is from Mexico, and he's currently staying at the hostel while he searches for an apartment.
The museum started with a beautiful presentation of works from Gabriel Garcia Marquez through projections on the walls and floor.
Each floor was dedicated to a different theme, but my favorite two floors were "El Baile" . . .
. . . and "La Lengua."
I found this wall of words hilarious. I can't tell you how many times I've heard people here say "Chevere!" which roughly translates to "Cool!"
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In the afternoon, I headed back to Pies Descalzos for my second day with the kids.
When I walked through the door, I saw so many students wearing their necklaces and bracelets that were donations! Although the students were, yet again, incredibly rowdy, they managed to learn the rest of a dance, play "La Parada" and "El Gatito Quiere un Esquina," and learn how to play "Freeze Dance." To conclude, I thought I'd embarrass myself royally and try to keep up with them at "Waka Waka."
For lunch, I had originally planned on eating in the cafeteria, but Consuelo invited me to join her and a few other coworkers at the house of one of the students' grandmother. After riding in a "carromoto" for about 10 minutes . . .
. . . we arrived at our destination. Not only did I enjoy the company of my new coworkers, . . .
. . .but I also experienced eating "arroz con coco" (rice with coconut), "patacones," (fried mashed plantains) and fish that wouldn't stop staring at me.
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After dinner tonight, a group from the hostel decided to go out for a beer and hookah. It's pretty amazing to know that without Spanish, the 5 of us from 5 different countries would not have been able to communicate verbally if it weren't for Spanish.
A Mexican, Spaniard, Danish, Italian, and American walk into a bar . . .
Until next time . . .
Adios!
~Quique