Travels: Coffee & Colombia

I left SFO on Sunday, 9/27 to catch a red-eye to JFK (New York). From New York, I flew to Orlando, had a salad from Au Bon Pain, and caught my flight to Bogota, Colombia.

I was the first one on the plane. That warranted a celebratory photo! The flight itself was packed and it was noticeably Colombian, and not American. A few jetBlue flights before, there was a woman who was struggling to put her luggage away overhead of a gentleman who was already seated. Don't get me wrong - I'm an advocate of packing only what you can carry but, sometimes that doesn't always happen. I couldn't help her because, well, I've a huge height disadvantage. All the while I was just hoping that he would offer to help. FINALLY he did. On the flight from Orlando to Colombia, people were just all too eager to help one another. And they spoke to each other. It was a refreshing change.

I got in to Bogota late at night and had no real clue how to get to my hostel, nor where it was located in relation to the airport and the rest of the city. Yeah, great job of being prepared on my part. I ended up catching a cab instead of the bus as previously planned. (1) My Spanish is quite rusty. (2) Three different people told me that the area I was going was "muy malo" (very bad). Umm, OK.

Onward I went.

I settled into the hostel, which I really liked and highly recommend if you're in the area. The next day, I got to see the Candeleria, old-city part of Bogota.

The highlights for me: colonial architecture, amazing typeface (seriously - I'm a typeface whore), and graffiti (again, seriously). Check 'em out!