Monthly Archive: June, 2012

Walking, eating, and not getting shot in Bogota.

I said that last blog was making me hungry and I wasn’t kidding. I posted it, joined K who was waiting somewhat patiently in the hallway for me, and we went looking for… Continue reading

This blog is making me hungry.

During the first two months of this trip food was just another element of each day, enjoyable but not exactly essential; I lost 17 pounds between Managua and Panama City, and probably more… Continue reading

Changua is chevere.

As I sat down to another breakfast of runny eggs and unbearably white bread (it’s really more like a cake of pure flour than bread…have I said that here before?) I said to… Continue reading

Saturday market in Villa de Leyva

Saturday morning farmer’s market in Villa de Leyva today. And holy cannoli what a market. A couple days ago we walked past the market space and it was a bare concrete platform with… Continue reading

Pre-Colombian petroglyphs in Sachica

“It’s a pretty easy place to get lost…I don’t think there are any signs…there’s not really a path…what little path there was got pretty washed out last winter…there’s a bridge, but it’s missing… Continue reading

My Colombian Television Debut

Went for a walk today. Made my ankle blister bleed again, and got on Colombian television. We found a flyer in town for a desert garden that advertised a labyrinth, medicine wheel, and… Continue reading

Ajiaco con pollo

It was with not a shred of reluctance that I returned to Albahaca restaurant for another round of ajiaco con pollo. Oh the things I put up with. The same expressionless waitress was… Continue reading

Today’s walk to the thermal pools.

Villa de Leyva has a number of worthwhile destinations scattered in the surrounding countryside, one of which is a set of “aguas termales“ or thermal pools. The flustered girl in the tourist information… Continue reading

First day, and more importantly first meal, in Villa de Leyva, Colombia.

To say the streets of Villa de Leyva are cobblestone would be like saying Bogota has traffic; sure it’s true, but the level of understatement is unacceptable. Antwerp has cobblestone streets, regular shapes… Continue reading

Bogota, reunion, and departure.

As far as cities go (and a capital city at that) Bogota is pretty good. And most significantly, it was where K joined me; I am half a pair again. She joined me… Continue reading