Colombia Días 5 y 6: in transit

Our flight yesterday was cancelled and they put us on a much later flight instead, so we ended up spending eight hours in the Bogotá airport for a one hour flight. That’s what you get for booking a budget airline I guess.

My husband was waiting for us in the Cartagena airport for three hours before he turned on his pay-as-you-go international cell service and saw my messages. I helped him get to our AirBnB without us (he speaks no Spanish) and he waited there for us until we landed at 10pm.

Our place in Cartagena was really nice and we spent the morning swimming in the super pretty pools and taking hot showers. But at noon we had to be out of there so we high tailed it to the bus station and by 1pm we were on a bus to Santa Marta. It’s supposed to be a 5 hour bus ride and we’re all full so we aren’t stopping for anyone else (which can add a lot of time) so hopefully it really will be five hours.

Tomorrow we take another bus (only 1 hour this time) to Tayrona, and we get to leave most of our stuff behind at the AirBnB so it shouldn’t be too bad (I paid for four nights, even though we’ll only be sleeping there 2 – this is absolutely the most expensive leg of this trip). I will admit, getting around with this many bags is a pain in the ass.

We are on the bus now. The kids are sitting together in front of us and my husband and I are behind them. We’ve struggled a bit to find each other on this trip. Traveling is not my husband’s strong suit, especially not in a country where he doesn’t speak the language. The kids and I have definitely fallen into a rhythm and it’s weird to have someone else added to the mix six days in. We’re all figuring it out, but it’s definitely different, and I’ll admit it, a little harder. I’m hoping that once we’re in Santa Marta, we’ll find our rhythm as a family of four.

Colombia Día 4: Maloka / Jardín Botánico / Biblioteca Publica

Yesterday we hit up three spots not far from our place. First was the Maloka Interactive Center, which is a science museum for kids.

We had a little trouble getting there because its’ street was part of a massive race that was going on. We had to walk the last 1/2 mile but it was worth it to see the race and walk alongside the racers and everyone else who was cheering them on.

Maloka was pretty cool, nothing like the science centers we have in SF, but again they had a guided activity that I really liked and appreciated. This time the kids learned about fossils and got to be archeologists themselves.

At the end they got their own little fossils to bring home.

My daughter was also really into this Megalodon mouth (#2) because she saw the trailer in front of Ant Man and the Wasp and it terrified her.

After Maloka we took the bus to the Jardín Botánico de Bogotá. I guess it’s a popular spot on Sunday because the line was long.

It was a nice garden but there wasn’t a ton to do there as the massive green houses are all being renovated and they are kind of the main attraction. Still the kids loved the carnivorous plant statues, “creepy” stone labyrinth area, and all the waterfalls.

Finally we headed to the public library that we had seen on a bunch of pictures in the airport in Bogotá. It’s a really beautiful building both inside and out. (I thought of you Mel!)

The kids were super stoked on this dragon in the kids’ wing because one of their many games right now is dragon hunting and fighting.

It was a low key, but fun final day in Bogotá.

Today we repack, clean up our AirBnB, and head to the airport for a one hour flight to Cartagena. As I write this my husband is in Miami, getting breakfast and changing money. We can’t wait to meet up with him on the coast!

I’m sad, but kind of ready to leave Bogotá, and while I’m excited for the coast, I’m weary of the heat and mosquitos. Mosquitos LOVE me, so I hope the bugs stuff we got works.

Let the next phase of our trip begin!

Colombia Día 3: Monserrate

Yesterday we took a teleférico (gondola) up to Monserrate to enjoy an incredible view of Bogotá. Despite my app saying their was only a 40% of rain for one hour, it rained most of the morning. I actually forgot my rain jacket (it’s probably still hanging in my entryway, right above where the luggage was sitting), but I’ve been fine with just my Heat32s under a T-shirt (my idea to save space by just bringing a couple pairs of Heat32s to wear under shorts and T-shirts here in Bogotá worked out really nicely). Luckily I had the kids’ rain jackets and we weren’t actually out when it was raining really hard (yay for more long bus rides?!). Also I think the rain kept the crowds there down.

Because the teleférico didn’t open until noon, we went to the Museo de Oro first. My daughter was really interested in all the pre-Colombian gold sculptures, but my son was struggling to use an inside voice and keep his hands off every pane of glass he saw. We ended up only lasting 30 minutes but it was cheap so I consider it a win. Baby steps on museums I guess.

Outside the museum the kids got to take a (very) short ride on a llama, which they loved.

After the llama, we took a cab to the teleférico.

The gondola is big, but there is only one on each of two wires, so it takes a while to get through the line.

At first my daughter was scared to go, but once she saw the gondola, she was fine.

At the top you can see all of Bogotá. I couldn’t believe how big the city is.

We walked through a little market full of aggressive suggestions to buy wares and eat at local spots.

But the view on the other side was worth it.

We hit up McDonalds before we went home, because they were starving and I needed to get them something I’d know they’d eat. (Unfortunately they have not become more willing to eat new things here, but we’re making we’re making it work.)

We got home early because we needed to take showers and I needed to do a load of laundry. There is no hot water in our place (so I’ve been washing the dishes – and my face! – with cold water every day) but the shower had one of those electric water heater heads. I learned the hard way that it really only warms the water to a cold, but not freezing temp. I knew the kids would have a fit if I tried to shower them in that water (they already hate showers) so we developed an elaborate system of mixing scorching water from the stove with the temped water from the shower to create an acceptable temperature. I wonder if we’ll have hot water at any of our other places!

Having a washer and dryer really saved us. I’m so glad we get to wear clean clothes tomorrow because we are really getting our stuff dirty with all the riding on public transport we’re doing (there is a lot of sitting on bus floors when we can’t find a seat – just like the locals!)

Colombia Día 2: Divercity

I’m posting on my phone so these will have to be short. Also, the WiFi here is so slow it is hard to post with a lot of pictures. And man do I have a lot of pictures.

Yesterday we went to a place I was really excited about, but that was so far away I didn’t know how we’d get there. We ended up on an epic bus trek that took well over an hour (the traffic in Bogotá is insane), but eventually we arrived.

The place I wanted to go was called Divercity. It’s a kids’ play place but like nothing I’ve ever seen in the States. The kids start by getting their own credit card and some cash. They can then spend their money on things (getting nails painted like my daughter did, or riding a boat like my son did), AND they can participate in a job for 15 minutes, with a group of kids (whoever is lined up to do it) and an adult leader. It was so very, very cool.

And it was all in Spanish! My kids had to listen — and speak — in Spanish to participate in the activities.

My daughter was a surgeon, a reporter, a baker, and a veterinarian.

My son was an EMT, an energy center worker, a baker, and a veterinarian.

It was a really fun place and I’m so excited we got to go. It was so awesome that we stayed for four hours. It was also near a mall so we went in to get a few things. By the time we were leaving it was dark! (They don’t do Daylight Savings Time here so it’s only 2 hours ahead but it gets dark by 7pm.)

It was really late when we got home, but the kids were absolute champs. I have been so impressed by their ability to navigate the crazy bus system with me, and walk fairly long distances. We are having a lot of fun.

Colombia Día 1: We made it!

The first 10 hours of the journey were honestly not that bad. Evidently my kids never get tired of screen time, which really helps on a long flight and layover.

The final five hours were rough. We started our last flight at 11:20pm our time and we were tired. I finally convinced my kids to try to sleep an hour into the flight, right when they turned on the lights to serve us hot meals. Why?! It was 2:30am local time!

By the time the lights went out again it was 1:30am our time. My kids slept some but it was hard for them to get comfortable, and harder for me with both of them on me in some way.

Landing was the worst because they both just wanted to sleep. My son screamed for the entire landing.

Passport control took over 1.5 hours, and the only reason we got through that quick was that an airport worker took pity and pulled us from the line half way through.

Then there was a snafu with our bags – they were no longer on the carousel by the time we got to baggage claim – but after another 30 minutes, and tons of stress later, we were able to head to our AirBnB with all our luggage (three hours after we landed!)

We were SO LUCKY that our AirBnB didn’t have guests the day we arrived and the guy said it was fine for us to show up early (I arranged this the day before we left). I honestly should have rented the place for the night before, it would have been worth it. I am still thanking my lucky stars that we were able to go straight to the place at 9am.

The kids slept some more. And spent more time on the pads (I am embracing screen time as a stress reliever for them, and me). I wanted to check out a kid’s museum that was nearby the for the first day, and it closed at 3:30pm, so at 1:30pm I woke up my daughter and after much cajoling we left.

I used google maps to figure out how to take a bus to the museum, but we were standing on the wrong platform to catch the first bus, then we learned we needed a special card for the second bus, then after walking back home to get the card (I had noticed one in our apartment), we waited 10 minutes for a third bus only to find out it had no money on it. Boo.

We ended up taking a cab, getting there at 3pm, but there was a special event, and actually the “Museo de Niños” is now the “Parque de Niños” so walking around outside we got see most of what we wanted to see (and maybe all there was to see?). I was glad to know it wasn’t something to plan for in another day.

We ended the day at the Parque Simón Bolivar, where we walked along the lake, and played on a super cool playground. We walked out a different way than we had come in, and the kids really want to go back to that part next time. I’m sure we will, especially now that we know how to take the bus (I think I can recharge the card online).

We walked home, and I was super impressed my kids made it that final mile. We stopped by a grocery store and go some essentials (I will never understand bags of milk) then watched a movie and ate dinner to end the night.

At 8pm local time we were more than tired enough to fall asleep after only a couple hours the night before (I was honestly super impressed by how well my kids did with so little sleep). Now it’s 9:35am on our second morning. My son and I got almost 12 hours of sleep and my daughter is still sleeping. I’m excited for our 2nd day here.

Here are some pictures from our first day.

The New Room

It took me all of last week to finish my daughter’s room. There is still much to do, but now it’s ready for guests. I love it. I want it. I would have gone crazy for it when I was young. So much space. So many spots to read and work. I’m jelly.

I love how getting rid of the old desk opened up that corner of the room (and I doubly love the new bean bag chair in its place).

Yes, that is a kickass white board back there.

One of my favorite features is the double wide bookshelves behind the ladder. I also re-hung her swing now that she has more space.

I also had to rehang some artwork on the opposite wall.

And luckily the cat is starting to like it now too.

20 horas

Our flight leaves in about 20 hours. I can’t really believe it.

I originally bought my tickets for this trip in March. The end of July felt like ages away then. I changed the destination from Nicaragua to Colombia in May, and even then it felt like this trip would never get here. But now it is here, whether I’m ready or not.

The good news is, I think I’m ready. I packed all the things I forgot last time, and I believe I have everything that I can’t go find in a store.

I tried really hard to pack light. I think I succeeded. The temperature difference between Bogotá (50s to low 60s with rain) and Cartagena (low 90s) made that harder. Half of my small suitcase is filled with food and toiletries, so I had very little space to pack actual clothes. My son still uses a pull-up at night (and requires an insert to ensure he doesn’t leak) so he also didn’t have as much space for his stuff. The good news is we will be using up the food and diapers as we go, so we’ll actually gain space after a few days. This is good because I never leave a Spanish speaking country without some books. I’ve already googled book stores near our place in Bogotá and Medellín (it would be best to get them in Medellín so I don’t have to drap them to Cartagena and back).

On the coast our trip is centered on two nights in a national park that is supposed to be really spectacular. It’s also a pain in the ass to get into. We splurged to stay two nights in the park, in really nice cabinas, because I couldn’t bring myself to attempt hammocks or tents with the kids, nor did I want to hike in and out of the park each day (90+ minutes through a humid, mosquito infested jungle each way). Since we do have to hike in and out once, I rented a place in nearby Santa Marta for four nights, even though we’ll only be staying there for two of them, on either end. I did this so we could just leave most of our stuff at the place in Santa Marta, and hike into the park with only the essentials. While I’m sure we could have found a place to pay to keep our luggage, the $80 I spent for the extra two nights is worth the piece of mind, the flexibility, and being able to leave stuff out there if we want. Plus, this place wouldn’t have been available for one night stays.

You might be wondering why we’re going to the park at all. It’s a fair question. The main reason we’re going is to snorkel, which my daughter was my daughter’s one request and which she is SUPER excited to do. Inside the park there is a bay called “La Piscina” (the swimming pool) that is supposed to be a perfect place to go snorkeling with (inexperienced) kids. Much of Colombia’s Caribbean coast has strong currents that make snorkeling dangerous (you can’t even swim at the other beaches in the park), but this spot is well protected and it’s supposed to be amazing. The park itself is also supposed to be really cool, with ruins and wildlife. I recently talked to my friend who went and she said it’s one of the most amazing places she’s every visited in her life, and she is a well-traveled woman. I will admit I was anxious that the park would not be worth it, but hearing my friend say that makes me very excited to go. I’m also super excited to snorkel with my daughter, who could not be more excited about this underwater adventure.

So yes, we have a ton of adventures awaiting us. And I think pretty much everything is ready at home. It was SO MUCH EASIER to pack this time, because it was also so much easier to get the house ready, as it hasn’t had a chance to get dirty again and we didn’t even take out a lot of what we stored. I really like the house with less stuff in it, and I’ll be thinking long and hard about what gets to come back into our lives when we get back.

So wish us luck, especially between the hours of 1:35pm and 4:30am PDT. We’re going to need it.

Here, yet again

So I’m here, yet again, examining why I read what I read and why I write what I write.

I find myself burning ever increasing amounts of valuable time reading online, while the value added seems to decrease. It’s definitely time for a change in my reading habits.

As I think about what I’m reading, which posts and articles seem to positively affect me or make me think, I wonder yet again why I continue writing. I don’t know if my story has value. Sure, it may be a decent distraction for someone, who like me, opens their reader to escape from their day. But does it actually add value? I don’t have any wisdom to impart. I don’t even have anything new to say most days. Does showing up here, over and over again to say pretty much the exact same thing, really accomplish anything?

I started to write for me, to process a challenging time in my life. But the challenge times are over. At least the acutely challenging times are. Now the struggles are broader, more subtle, and there are no real solutions. At least none that I’ve been able to identify and embrace.

Later I wrote to be a part of a community, but that community has moved on. And in my refusal to participate in social media, I’ve allowed it to move on without me.

So where does that leave me? Here writing a blog that fewer and fewer people read (thank you to everyone who still does!), unsure of what to even write. Every day I come here with the hopes of writing something of actual meaning and instead I draft bullet points of my days. I don’t really add anything to conversation. I’m not sure what the conversation is anymore.

Actually, I can identify a lot of conversations, but I’m not participating in them. At least not here (not really anywhere: actually, I’m even worse at commenting than I am at blogging). Perhaps that is what bothers me about all this, that I recognize when value is added, and I recognize that I’m not doing that, at least not most of the time.

In August I will have been writing online for 9 years. That is a long time. I wonder constantly what my future in this space will be. I want to keep writing, but I also want to be writing for a reason. I want to put something of value into the world. I just need to keep thinking of what that might be.

Until I figure it out, I’ll just write about this crazy trip to Colombia. That should be, at the very least, something to distract people from their days.

A Fair Amount of Trepidation

We leave for our trip on Wednesday afternoon, and I have to admit, I’m feeling a fair amount of trepidation.

I think a lot of it is just about getting everything done in time. The transformation of my daughter’s room ended up being super awesome, but also incredibly time consuming. It took away time for a lot of other things I needed to get done.

As I check things off my list I do feel better. I drafted next year’s PTA calendar, which needed to get done before we return from Colombia. I am half way done translating our house manual to Spanish (our next guests are from Buenos Aires). I’ve even started packing, because I want to be sure everything fits in the smaller carry-ons we’re taking. The more I do, the better I feel, but still, it’s stressful. I’m flying alone to Colombia with my kids. It’s a 15 hour journey. We’ll be there five days before we meet up with my husband (after a second flight). It’s a little terrifying.

But I was reminded that our first AirBnB is not far from the airport — and only requires a $10 cab ride to get to — information that brought down my stress level immensely. Getting there is the first major hurdle, and it sounds like that won’t be too much of an issue. Already I feel better.

Mostly I worry about food – finding things my kids will eat. I know we’ll figure it out, but it’s a big unknown at this point. My son especially just won’t eat things he doesn’t like. The amount of times he’s spit out a mouthful he just can’t bring himself to swallow – and this is of foods he does like! – is more than I can count. I really hope we can find some stuff he will eat there.

The temperatures in Bogotá are much cooler than the coast or Medellín, which is messing with my “pack light” mantra. I’m finding ways to make it work, but the reality is we’ll be a little chilly in Bogotá. It’s also super high, and the kids might get sick, so I’m trying to prepare myself for that possibility. At least I’m not too worried about myself, because I did fine in Denver (and higher than Denver) when I was there for my half marathon, and I ran my first day in Quito and was fine, so I’m assuming I’ll be okay.

Not much else to report, just me, feeling a fair amount of trepidation about this trip.

120 hours until we leave, but who’s counting?

Birthday Shmirthday

Yesterday I quietly, and without celebration, turned 38.

I’m not quite sure how I feel about that.

You may remember that last year I was pretty stoked on my birthday, when I turned 37 on 7-17-17 (my lucky number is 7). When I realized (right around my 36th birthday) how many 7s were involved in my 37th birthday I was sure that 37 was going to be a kickass year. But then Trump was elected president, I lost my room at school, and I took on being president of the PTA at my daughter’s school with a new administration. 37 didn’t turn out to be that great.

But it wasn’t awful either (at least not on a personal level). In fact, I did pretty well despite some fucking shitty circumstances. And my marriage has honestly never been stronger.

This year I have no real goals. I’m just trying to get through, to live my life in a way that doesn’t make me crazy, to stay engaged and involved with what is going on in our country, without falling into a mind-space of despair.

Honestly, I feel like I already won just getting through the day without falling into my normal narrative of, “I have no friends, no one even cares that it’s my birthday.” Because the reality is I DO have friends. And I am SHITTY about remembering (or even knowing) their birthdays, so I can’t expect anyone to remember mine. Not remembering someone’s birthday is not a determination of what kind of friend they are or how much they mean to someone else (not for me or anyone else).  It just means that birthdays aren’t that big of a thing anymore, and we seriously need to get over it. At least I do. Or did. It think I am really and truly over it now.

So I guess one day into my 39th year (it’s weird how those numbers don’t match up, isn’t it?) I’m already doing better than I was at this time last year, when I felt the world was conspiring to ruin a year I had arbitrarily decided was going to kick ass, based on the repetition of a number I like in one specific date.

I’m done letting numerology decide which years are going to be awesome. I’ll decide that for myself, thank you very much.

(Honestly though, I’m fine with this year just being run-of-the-mill. Run-of-them-mill sounds nice.)

Next week I’m taking my kids to Colombia, and just by boarding that plane I will be achieving a goal I set for myself before I even knew if I’d have kids (but really hoped I would). That is something. Sure, I may be terrified (and at this point, a week from our departure date, I pretty much am), but I’m also excited.

Okay 38, bring it on.