01.21.2013 - 01.21.2013
Sometimes I'm almost bored with what we're doing now. Bored because I'm tired, and I think, After this is this, and then this, and then this. And I look into the distance for when I can rest, and it seems so far away. For example, in a few days we leave Colombia, but I've grown accustomed to Colombia and its relative comfort, to know that cities and towns and villages will be laid out in a grid of calles and carreras, that we can withdraw from any bank but Bancolombia, that 1800 pesos equals a dollar, that we should be able to find a comfortable but basic hotel room for 25000 COP, that set lunches include a juice and a soup, a meat, rice, ensalada, and a side, and can range from 4500 to 8000 COP in our price range, that almost everyone is friendly and everywhere we go we initiate a wave of "a la orden" from anyone selling anything (which is everybody), that the juice shakes we love are called jugos naturales here and they are best en leche, and that when we leave we will have to start all over again. There are frightening stories coming out of Ecuador that I am trying my best to ignore (strangling muggings, etc.). It's tiring. Why not linger here in Popayán, the "White City," popping empanadas de pipián forever (or at least until our visa runs out)? But two flights tie us firmly to Ecuador, so on we go. Not quite yet, though. Tomorrow: Tierradentro.