“Nice chacos, you from the US?”

Is what someone asked Kendall as we were leaving a cute cafe in Santiago this morning. After 2 weeks in Colombia, we finally broke out our sandals in dry, sunny Santiago and stand out like a sore thumb because of it but that’s okay, we don’t mind. This city has so much style and is very westernized, a big change from Colombia and Costa Rica. 

Kendall and I were picked up from the airport from a friend of a friend, named Juan Jose. It was a really easy process to enter the country and so nice to be picked up by a local again. Juan Jose took us out to get food and meet one of his friends who was very welcoming. Kendall and I were pleased with how easy it was to converse with them and they even complemented our Spanish. We’ve heard from everyone how difficult Chilean Spanish is to understand but it hasn’t been bad! It’s a different story though when it s a group of friends talking to each other…I swear it sounds like an Asian language at times. But the guys we meet know that and said they speak differently to new people which is nice. 

The day we arrived, October 18th, turned out to be the anniversary of a political upheaval and riot. So we had to change our hostels to a safer area which ended up being great because it was also by shops and restaurants. We took our first day in Santiago to run errands and even go thrifting. It felt very much like a U.S. shopping experience.

We later had a free pasta and wine dinner at our next hostel. We were able to meet new people but after about 6 hours of shopping, I was feeling drained and relaxed in our room while Kendall went out on the town. The next morning was relaxed and we took our time getting up and then walked around and explored the Parque Metropolitano de Santiago. This was a beautiful little hike up to the virgin statue. 

We later went out this evening to a tecno discoteca and enjoyed the Santiago night life! The next morning was an early one. We caught a ride with our friend, Juan Jose to Viña Del Mar where he was meeting people for a bachelors party. We saw a glimpse of Viña and their place before we took an Uber to the neighboring town, Valparaíso. It was such a lovely sunny afternoon with a nice breeze in the air. The air smelled of fish and all the smells that a port town has. 

The hostel is atop of various windy roads that our Uber went up until he couldn’t drive anymore and we walked the rest. There were several stairs and murals guiding us to our hostel. We finally arrived to La Casa Azul, our first Workaway together for the next 3 weeks. 

“Chévere”

The second half of our trip in Colombia flew by! I’ve hardly had time to write about it because we’ve been doing, doing, doing from morning till evening.

The week included an amazing day exploring Chicauqe, hiking up and down seeing amazing views and fluffy llamas. We also had a lovely visit to Julián’s grandma’s home in a small village about 2 hours outside of Bogota. She’s probably one of the strongest 80 year olds I’ve ever met. Mariela proudly showed us around her property, picking mandarines from her trees for us and showing us her “little fincas” that she’s painted and decorated her yard with.

We arrived in the afternoon and promptly went shopping to start the preparation of the tamales! We used her outdoor, wood oven with the help of her friend. We gathered leafs from the plantain trees, washed and cut them and then began the assembly of the other ingredients: corn, carrots (to absorb the acid from the meat), lots of meat…, and hard boiled eggs.

Julian went to go drop off her friend in the village so for awhile it was just Mariela and I. I was attentively following her every instruction to make the tamales. Mariela and I had good conversation about how you should never stop learning things. She said she’s a doer and never wants to stop working on her property because it’s what makes her happy. We spent about 5 hours prepping the tamales and then put them in boiling water overnight. 

The next morning we had some sweet bread and then later the tamales, yum!! They were delicious. The late morning was accompanied by Mariela and Julian playing guitar and singing together. This was my favorite part of the time here because it warmed my heart to see and hear them sing together. Mariela even sang a song about going to Chile for me and included me in some songs.

Mariela didn’t want us to go but we had to get back to prep for the climbing weekend in La Mojarra. After some gringo stories, Julian and I were on our way back to Bogota. We stopped by El Salto del Tequendama to take some photos of the waterfall. I remember researching this place before our trip, it was crazy to actually stand on the ground I was seeing Google images of months before. I learned about the history and myths from Julian as we drove by. 

The next thing on the agenda was the 12 hr bus ride through the night. So worth it. We arrived early in the morning to a hostel on a cliff of a mountain, with trails below it leading to a platheura of climbing routes. So damn beautiful. 

We climbed for three days straight! Kendall and I got to meet so many lovely people. It was so amazing to be able to use Spanish to laugh, climb, and bond with everyone. The group had varying levels of climbers with the intent to just introduce people to outdoor climbing, no stress attached. The gym that was behind this was the gym that Julián opened with a partner. The atmosphere that they created was sincerely unique and incredible. Everyone supported everyone, it didn’t matter what you climbed. We met a lot of climber hippes that reminded us of friends back in Missoula. I think people like this exist all over the world. I got waves of happiness and gratitude for where I was as I walked around the hostel at the top of the mountain just thinking how lucky I am to be here.

It’s bittersweet to be saying goodbye to Colombia. I hope it’s a place that I can come back to because I know there’s still so much left to see. The people have made it one of the most welcoming places I’ve ever been to. Kendall and I have talked about how fast our trip is going to go by…How do you hold onto time when you see it flying by right in front of you? 

“Todo Me Parece Bonito”

Everyday I think to myself…“there’s no way we are going to see anything more beautiful than this,” and every time I’m proven wrong. The theme song for this week is, “Bonito” by Jarabe de Palo (a personal favorite of Kendall) describing how everything seems beautiful.

Páramo del Sumapaz

We climbed an entire day in Choachí. This has probably been my favorite stop yet because we were surrounded by farms and fog floating above the mountains. We payed one of the people in the village to climb on the mountain nearby. It was absolutely beautiful and I climbed harder routes than ever before! We were going to see a waterfall too but had so much fun climbing that we decided to stay all day.

After climbing, we walked across the street to eat food at a local restaurant. The woman who served us was so sweet, like a grandma and brought us delicious soup, tea, avocado, and bread with cheese. It was perfect to eat after climbing and to warm up from the rain. Perfect day.

The following day, we awoke especially early to drive to Villa de Leyva to walk around the town and market. This is definitely a tourist attraction but so worth it because the pebbled roads and colorful shops felt so fantastically foreign. We also drove an hour away to another, less touristy town, where we picked out a vase to give to Juliáns family as a thank you. We also tried a local artisan beer that was delicious, I tried the Maracuya flavor. 

After exploring the villages, we drove to our hostel that consisted of rooms shaped like sombreros. Definitely one of the weirdest and cutest hostels I’ve stayed in! We walked to get empanadas and had conversations about cat calling, walking solo v. with groups, traditions with peoples names in different cultures, and more. Julián is always bringing up interesting subjects to talk about and he especially likes to discuss things that we disagree on. It’s been a bit hard though to find subjects because we all agree on so much, even the topic of abortion. 

We watched “Yesterday” in our hostel room and Julián practiced English with me while watching the movie. The next morning we drove to Machetá to climb! I should have known what I was getting myself into traveling with two climbers this week, hah! It was yet another beautiful spot with amazing rocks. There were more people at this spot who were super friendly and cheering us on when we climbed. We left in the dark, having an adventure walking down the muddy mountain in the nighttime.

We had more interesting conversations in the car ride and listened to music and podcasts. Once we returned to Bogotá, Julian’s parents were home and warmed us up some food to eat — so hospitable. It was great catching up with them about their weekend and they seemed really happy to see us. 

I’ve had some great conversations with Julián about the Venezuelan refugee crisis and illegal immigration to the states. It’s useful that I studied so much of this subject in school and even did a research paper on immigration so I could clearly express my opinion with facts to back me up. He told me how happy he was to hear my opinion about immigration, coming from a place of privilege. 

During this week, we also hiked Páramo Sumapaz all day which was stunning, one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen.  On this hike, I really thought, “how could it get any more beautiful than this.” It gave me a lot of peace to be on top of the mountains, in cold fresh air, with silence. It was also comforting to be surrounded by warmer colors that reminded me of fall back home. 

Julián did a great job planning a touristy day that’s followed by a nature day, and so on. The next day we went to the Catedral de Sal and the village of Zipaquirá. The salt mines were cool to see and very religion heavy. We did a tour in Spanish and then enjoyed a delicious lunch outside in the afternoon. 

Kendall and I can hardly believe we go to Chile in a week!

Hello, Colombia!

I’m just going to start this post by saying that Colombia has lots of entry requirements and I was not well prepared for that. Always proves that arriving early to an airport is worth it! The flight to Colombia from Costa Rica was only 2 hours and very pleasant (clean, free food and drinks, and everyone was required to wear a mask). 

Julián was waiting for us at the airport after we went through immigration and customs (and what a relief to not have to worry about transportation from the airport)! Him and his brother drove us to their home and we caught up in the car. Bogota is huge! It was so cool driving through it and such a pleasant afternoon with sunshine and fresh air. Julian showed us around their home where him, his brother, and parents live with their dog. It was so clean and nice and Julian even served us a meal right when we arrived and gave up his bedroom for us. 

We walked and took the bus to his climbing gym that was a bit far away. I was so thankful to be following him because I would have been so lost. We switched buses a lot and there was quite the crowd of people. He advised me to put my backpack on my front side and I thought I would stand out that way but then I noticed that everyone was doing that! 

Once we arrived to the climbing gym, Julian introduced us to all of his buddies (he used to work at the gym). Everyone was so kind there. We climbed for a few hours and then made our way back to his home where we met his parents. 

We got to know them over a rice and chicken dinner that his mom prepared. She also made us a delicious tea and some sweet cheese to go with it. This family has already been so hospitable and kind.

The following day we awoke at 7am to eat a breakfast with the family and then head out to a town called Suesca to climb! It was a beautiful town, surrounded by lush green grass and mountains. We walked along train tracks with a group of pups to a climbing route. Julián picked out a multi-pitch (3 pitches) for us to climb with trad gear. That was the first time I climbed a multi pitch and saw someone lead climbing with trad gear. I was a little freaked out at first but I decided to be on board. It was so worth it because the views were amazing and it was an easier route. We then ate at the top of the mountain and hiked down it. 

We then did another route on our way back to the car. We then found a restaurant to eat chicken at and made friends with more dogs. Once we got back to Bogotá, we had another evening conversation with the family. This night felt hard for me to talk because I felt especially tired. 

The following day was another big one but in the city! We hiked up just under a thousand steps to Monserrate. This was so exciting because it was the perfect mix of exercise and overlooking Bogotá as we got higher. 

Eventually, just under an hour later, we reached the small town and church. It was so beautiful and luckily not busy because it was a weekday. We then went down via a gondola thing and walked to get lunch at a really cool and popular indoor market. 

We ate new food and walked around the vegetable and fruit stands, learning about foods that aren’t in the U.S. We then made our way through dumping rain to El Museo del Oro (the gold museum). This was a very cool stop to learn about the gold and history in Colombia. 

Next up was La Plaza where governmental buildings and fancy universities lie. This was near the old neighborhoods in Bogotá and had a fun nightlife feel. We went in a bar and tried “Chicha,” a traditional Colombian drink while we played janga and darts. Then, we took the buses back to the house and had another evening conversation with the family. They also seem to want to catch up and offer us some sort of food. It felt a lot easier to converse this night and Julián’s mom even practiced some English with us! We then watched her soap opera in Spanish which was very exciting and dramatic! 

I’ve been practicing my Spanish everyday, Kendall and I only speak English a few minutes each day to each other. I’m learning new words, songs, and food everyday. I’m so thankful for Julián and his generosity to show us around Bogotá for 2 weeks. I love when I get the chance to talk to Julián or his parents one on one so I can get the most practice possible. 

Highs and Lows

While it’s easy to recognize the highs while traveling, the lows are also here. It was effortless to envision just being high on life and energy for this trip but it’s hard to be out of my comfort zone and routine. My discomfort extends from my thoughts and feelings to the itchy hives that go up my body. It’s easy to make a tropical place look like a dream destination and just show that side of traveling but reality check, I’m in Central America. Some of the things that aren’t glamorous that I’ve thought about recently include: the bug bites/hives, throwing toilet paper away in a trash can (as you’re supposed to do), sand everywhere, the smelliness of all the smells of things that don’t dry in this climate, not relying on my phone or using service, being in an unfamiliar place, cold showers, choosing to charge your phone or plug in the fan with the one outlet in the room, swaying back and forth in a shuttle, hoping you don’t go off the road, and not having the comfort of a routine. I’ve checked my privilegie more times than I can remember on this trip. I’m in Central America and I’m here to learn about the culture and experience a new place. That definitely has highs and lows.

 I’ve taken after Sarah and Cara and have started to incorporate a morning routine of yoga and some sort of movement. I’ve added meditation to the mix and it’s been something I look forward to now. This helps start the day with a little bit of structure and a reminder that it’s important to listen to our bodies.

I’m thrilled to be going to Colombia soon and to be with a local family and in a home. Costa Rica has been sort of a purgatory, this week in Santa Teresa has especially felt like we are stuck in time, waiting for a greater cultural immersion. This country is filled with so many tourists that it’s been difficult to use my Spanish. And because I only did one week of working, I’m on a stricter budget which means not partaking in the touristy things for the remainder of my time here. The thing is, if you don’t pay to do the “touristy” things but you’re still in that area, there’s not much to do. I’ve been trying to take in the beautiful nature and ocean around me but it’s also been ample time for thinking and that gets tiring. I’m ready to take a break from all of the reflection and thinking I’ve done for the last two weeks and just enjoy traveling (i.e., eating, talking, laughing, seeing, meeting new people, etc.). I want to remember Santa Teresa because it’s been hard.

Cara and I went on an afternoon walk on the beach one day because we both realized we were mentally exhausted. Exhausted from how much time we’ve had to think and not just be. We were tired of thinking such serious and meaningful things all week. On the walk we tried to come up with subjects we deemed “silly” or rather things we didn’t feel required some meaningful anecdote or explanation. Some subjects ending up being football and astrology. It’s funny how hard it was to try to think shallowly. That’s all we wanted yet we found ourselves drifting into deeper thoughts. I think we are this way because of our education and always being taught to analyze things. This week has made the idea of a meditation/ yoga retreat sound very unappealing…

On another note, my dear friend Kendall arrived in Santa Teresa today after an unfortunate mishap of flying to San Jose, CA instead of Costa Rica. I love someone that can laugh about their mistakes though and move on — that’s exactly what she did. Kendall arrived on the perfect night because usually the hostel that we are staying at is quiet and there’s not many people around but the night she arrived happened to be someone’s birthday and there was a little party. This was the most socializing that I’ve done all week and everyone was so friendly. Kendall brought lots of positive energy and was so social. It was fun to see that and remember how I was like that when I first arrived. A month in and I’m a little drained! 

Two more days in Santa Teresa and then here we come Colombia!