So this will probably be one of my last posts while I am in Colombia. I have just four full days left here, and the fifth will be spent traveling home.
This past weekend was pretty eventful and full of cultural engagement. On Saturday, I attended a 50th anniversary party for the paternal grandparents of my host siblings. They are Catholic, so the celebration started off with a religious ceremony to commemorate the long-lasting marriage of the precious couple. Because I am not Catholic and not a fluent Spanish speaker, it was at times difficult to understand what was going on, but the smiles and happy tears were enough to touch my heart.
Following the ceremony, we were served a Colombian seafood dish. So I had two problems with this. I am not a huge seafood eater to begin with and even more so if I am not on the coast.Well, we are definitely not on the coast here, so I just politely ate as much as I can. Luckily, there were a few grandkids that didn’t care for the food either, so we ordered Papa John’s. 😛 Just a little fact: They put the pepperoni under the cheese instead of the top.
The cake looked sooooo good, and I was so excited to eat it. One thing I forget is that for the most part, we use more sugar in our desserts and foods than Colombians do. So the cake ended up tasting very bitter to me, and I only ate the icing. If you know me well enough, you know that usually don’t like icing, but it was my last resort for something sweet. I am sure to them the cake was delish. But to my American tongue, not so much.
My favorite part was the dancing. I am by no means an impromptu dancer. My dancing is limited to choreographed movement. But I managed to catch on to the steps, and I had a great time dancing with the family.
Later during the party, I began experiencing severe sinus and allergy symptoms, so I was escorted to a nearby relative’s apartment to rest. Trying to sleep on that particular night was terrible, because my nose would not stop running and my throat and head were hurting.
On Sunday, I took a trip to the Salt Cathedral of Zipaquirá with a family friend and a friend to the organization I went through to get to Colombia. It was beautiful and unique to anything I have ever seen before, and I had an overall great trip.
I woke up on Monday excited to start the last week of lessons and communicating with my host sister in English. I was ready to go full force to get as much in as we could. Well, we ended up not having a lesson due to a change in the family’s plans for the evening. I was disappointed, but I have come to peace with the fact that I have done what I can to encourage learning. If the family schedules something that conflicts with the lesson times they gave me, well, that’s on them. And if my student isn’t concentrating or being serious, well, that’s on them as well. There is only so much I can do to facilitate the growth of the English learning.
That’s pretty much all I have for an update. Like I said, I will probably write once or twice more before I leave. Love you all!
“Travel is about the gorgeous feeling of teetering in the unknown.” -unknown