I have been unforgivably horrible about blogging. If you care to gander at the calendar to the right of our blog, it will clearly show that for the last month I have been remiss about the weekly blog post promise. I would love to say it is because we have been insanely busy, but it turns out when I am busy I am a better blogger.
What’s really happening here is that my blogging muse has left me alone out here in Cali, Colombia. Which is another way to say that I am spending more of my time watching my favorite tango dancers when we have internet than typing out a few lines to tell you all what we are up to. (Also, I have recently joined Pinterest… I believe this is enough said.) This is just inexcusable laziness (but aren’t those videos amazing!!).
You may have also noticed that there is a new milestone countdown on the right column of the blog – the day we must move on from Colombia since our 90 day visa is expiring. I know, we didn’t think we were going to be here this long either… But H and I are both wrapping our minds around the inevitable move to travel and the coast (and surfing!) in Ecuador in less than one month. Then we have about 45 days to make it down the coast, through the south of Ecuador and into Peru. Feel free to start looking at booking flights there my people (family and Jami (and anyone else who would be interested!)).
I will leave this post with a quick anecdote from our recent weeks. I do owe you an entire birthday blog about when G was here and all the epic 29 on 29 things we did, but I have been melancholy since G’s recent departure and putting off reliving the fun and laughter as there is significantly less of it at the moment. I plan on posing within a week about it.
A few weeks ago we tried to go to a BBQ at a hostel. Boyfriend had invited us to a little pool time and veggie cookout at a hostel supposedly right near where we were living in San Antonio. However, both H and I knew at least 2 different people who had attempted to arrive at this destination before on foot and by taxi, both being unsuccessful in the end. It was not going to be easy to get there…
But boyfriend was sure that if he simply had the address and a general idea of the direction of the neighborhood, we would be successful. I mean, this is the city he grew up in right? Turns out, even locals get lost sometimes…
We looked up google maps, did some discussion with our tall English roommate who had been there before and then set off in a cab. We got lost. I mean, up a hill on a dead-end, asking nearly every local we see for help, people sending us up opposite streets in all directions, lost. So we took a picture.
Or two.
Or three. 🙂
And then got back in the cab to continue our search for this elusive hostel. We were not successful. But we did end up eating some fancy toasted arepas a block away from our house when we gave up the search. And some fancy photos from our random good views over Cali. And we even were able to explore some new areas (that we are unlikely to need to venture to again, but were very nice).
Overall, a win night I believe (but if you ask boyfriend, he is still embarrassed to have gotten lost in his hometown 😉 ).
Let me leave you with one last tango my friends…
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Rule #2: Don't Die. 