
so i went to columbia the other day. at the airport in bogata i was going through customs and i had forgotten to get the name and address of where i was staying, mistake, the guy said, "next time you come to columbia know where your staying." i said, "yes sir." but i was thinking if i was a 'mule' or anything else i would never make a mistake like that. i would know where i was going and everything else. i'm just little white girl from nebraska trying to go to cartagena.
i could feel the humidity before i got off the plane in cartagena. i wasn't excited! it was hot and sticky and bugs everywhere! it was tough the entire time i was there. i didn't know who was picking me up but i knew that he would have a sign with my name on it, i felt official. we hopped in a taxi, then a bus, then a motorcycle taxi to a village where i met my new columbian mom. she turned out to be the biggest blessing there! at her house, i should of took pics, that evening i felt like it was nineteen thirty something and i was hemingway in cuba. the house was beautiful, with no air conditioning. they opened up the patio where the dining room table was, its hard to describe. white pillars were windows and they separated me from the backyard where the chickens and turtles lived. they had families of turtles........among the fruit trees that she picked to make fresh juice with. caged birds hung over our heads while we ate. no hot water, but we didn't need it because it was too hot for that anyway!
my last night there i was sitting on my bed listening to my ipod scratching my mosquito bites. mamasita came in and gave me some columbian coffee (awesome) and looked at my feet and my legs covered in mosquito bites. my ankles were so swollen too! she had me lay down and put my feet in her lap. she put a natural cream on my bites then put some vapor stuff on my ankles. i've never had that before. she really blessed me with all she did for me the five days i stayed there! but that last night, when she left my room i started crying. she is my columbian mom.
the link is to my pics of columbia! i hate taking pics but i did it. the boy arnulfo i met the first day, he is luz mary's sister. he knew the basic three english sentences they teach in public schools so we had fun in spanish and english. he listened to my ipod all the time. and had fun being silly.
i feel like this is the most basic blog i've done. i'm not writing about the americans and my frustrations with them. i'm not gonna write about the hundreds that came to know jesus! the most important to me was the time with my columbian mom.
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