01.08.2013 - 01.08.2013
With traveling most of the time I don't know what to think. I walk through the streets distracted, my brow in a furrow at having to repeatedly step off the sidewalk to allow people to pass, people who must walk in twos or threes and seemingly do not see me. I remember in 9th grade we always used to say, We're the kings of the school now. We stand our ground and let others duck out of the way. You can't do that here, though. They just ram right through you, leaving you whirling and rubbing your shoulder. Like as not you step off the sidewalk and in front of a motorcycle. Chris always takes my hand when we cross the street because he knows I would otherwise be stranded on the other side or would have somehow caused a traffic pileup while his back was turned.
I'm not sure what to say about San Gil. It's an all right place--small, crowded (at least for the holidays), nondescript, crammed with fruit stores and juice bars. Every day we go to the same places for lunch and dinner--the cheapest set lunch places we've found and the ones that serve the juiciest chicken legs. And then of course we must have our jugo natural con leche. Last night I thought I'd never be able to eat another bite of chicken again, but today I happily ate two pollo meals and even thought I could eat more.
Perhaps it's just a matter of getting out. Yesterday we were holed up in our room all day, researching, planning, booking flights. In the end we realized it was silly and extreme and unpleasantly exhausting, but I suspect next time it won't be any different. Today, though, we visited Parque Gallineral, which is only a few blocks from here. At first I thought it was cheesy and overpriced (10000 COP per person)--there were Dreamworks characters cutouts in random places all over the park--but later I found a grove of bearded trees I liked, and we sat for a long while on a shady bench watching the beards billow gently in the breeze. Small yellow birds darted here and there. The word "budgerigar" comes to mind, but it's not the right one. These are smaller and more pert. Less pet-like. Later, when Chris awoke from his nap on my lap, we played in the Rio Fonce, trying to throw each other in the deeper part. We didn't keep up the game for long, though, I think because neither of us much wanted to get that cold, and we were too lazy to compete in earnest. I would have lost anyway, so maybe it was just chivalry on Chris's part. After dinner we tried to get back in the park to see if there were any interesting nighttime light displays, but they told use we had to have come back by 5 pm and it was then 5:41 pm. With a shrug we left and went to go get our juice.