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Even locals get lost sometimes

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…

Tags: Cali, Colombia, late... but not dead, toxic laziness, travel blog

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What is it that we do here in Cali?

24 Apr

I recently realized that while we have settled into our lives up here in Cali, some of you may be wondering what it is we are doing with our time (right, M?). Well, honestly even I’m not entirely sure…

There is undoubtedly a lot of dancing in our lives, quite a lot of Spanish speaking (I will even call older native Spanish speakers on my own initiative to get shoes made now!), and some English studies. But some of the best parts of our days here is chatting with all of the random friends we have within our house, around San Antonio, and at all of our favorite salsa clubs.

We walk by our friends on the street and convince them to come grab ice cream with us, we go into the local vegetarian-friendly restaurants and see it full of people we know, and our local dance clubs take us at least a half hour to walk up to every person we know and kiss them on the cheek both when we arrive and when we leave. We have a little life here for a moment while we breathe and wait for me to get older at the end of the month.

But I feel sure that I have mentioned all this before. So instead this week I plan on telling you the little trips and adventures that we have enjoyed on particular days. Starting with our house-girls’ trip to the river Pichinde!

Our tall, model-esque English roommate had adventured up to this river before, and knew that the local jeep transport was simply at the edge of the large hill we live on. So we packed up our river/beach ready selves and sauntered over in the broiling heat of Cali.

It hadn’t been raining for about a week, and the heat each day felt as though someone had cranked up the temperature another notch. We settled into the shade and began the semi-frustrating task of flagging down jeeps and asking them to take us to the river. Many did not. But after only about 20 minutes of shouting the strange name at passing transport our chariot arrived!

However, it was full. This meant that both H and our English roommate hung on to the back while our Santa Cruz yoga teaching roommate and I settled onto the bench inside.

The two outside had an awesome view on the way up the hill through the forest, and struck up conversations with the men hanging on with them. One such conversation lead to the discovery that there is a waterfall at this river, only a short 40 minute walk from the road.

Of course we went with him. We were four ladies on our outside adventure, and a kind local wanted to show us his secret waterfall! We jumped off our jeep at a random street lamp and paid the 2,500 COP jeep fare. Then we struck off on a small path into the forest and chatted our way down to the river through some brambles for about 20 minutes.

Then we slipped and slid our way upstream in icy water, and only our ever-prepared Santa Cruz friend had thought to bring non-lightweight slippers to change into. Our local guide was gentlemanly enough to carry our bags, run up the river in his jeans and sneakers, and then come back to fetch us as we struggled on the sharp and slippery rocks in our bare feet.

But we arrived, and it was magical.

We swam, sat, and enjoyed the nature. Our guide had named the waterfall Caida del Tulcan because on his first time here he saw a tucan battle to escape a hawk.

We then gathered ourselves back together and hiked another hour upstream to reach the main road (he mentioned offhand that the walk takes him only about 10 minutes). We came up with a fairly useful system of making a human chain across the stronger rapids and were able to struggle a little less while we passed one another upstream.

We stopped for a break at a local berry bush and enjoyed the tart-and-sweet fuchsia berries while our feet dried out and warmed up a bit. Eventually we found a path he thought would work to get us off the river, and we started our climb up to the road. But it turns out (even though I had specifically asked him before hand if he had taken this path before) we had trekked right onto private property.

Good news is this was the perfect moment for a coffee tour. And then a group photo overlooking our river hike.

We saw some impressive orchids on the way out, and tried sucking nectar out of pretty red flowers. The jeep stop had banana bread that was not only moist and fresh, but tasty and only 1,000 COP! Rare find indeed.

On the way down we all settled into the back benches of our jeep and had time to truly appreciate our little adventure. We had found a waterfall right outside Cali that even our local friends didn’t know about! Good day.