Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. – Dr. Seuss
Sunday, March 31, 2013 (DAYS 392 - 394)
My last day in Colombia I decide to wake up early at 7am and venture around Bogota, where I began with a trip up the funicular to Monserrate for only $15,400 pesos roundtrip ($8.16). This church was built in the 17th Century and is a shrine, devoted to "El Señor Caído" (Our Fallen Lord). Walking through the hordes of crowds I take in the views of the city and pause to reflect on the elaborate statues portraying the timeline of the Passion Week, I can’t help but appreciate all the beauty in the world. After the crowds begin to be too much and the raindrops begin to fall I began the slow journey down the mountain and back to the city. Avoiding the oncoming rain I decide to duck in to the Gold Museum since the cost is only $3,000 pesos ($1.58). Wandering through each of the floors it is interesting to see the intricate detail and artisanship of the various pieces. After leaving and just walking around in the afternoon I run in to Josh, Iefke, and Leigh who I originally met when they stayed at our hostel in Nicaragua and then bumped in to them again in Salento, Colombia. This is a common occurrence when backpacking and is always a welcomed surprise. Since this is my last night we all decide to enjoy a nice dinner at, of all places, a French restaurant because we are in the mood for steaks. Café Rosario’s is a narrow building with candlelight to set the mood for the three of us guys and Josh’s girlfriend. It was a great last night in Colombia before heading back to Central America and I couldn’t help but debate taking up offers to spend the Summer months either in Europe or Australia. Oh first world problems.
My last day in Colombia I decide to wake up early at 7am and venture around Bogota, where I began with a trip up the funicular to Monserrate for only $15,400 pesos roundtrip ($8.16). This church was built in the 17th Century and is a shrine, devoted to "El Señor Caído" (Our Fallen Lord). Walking through the hordes of crowds I take in the views of the city and pause to reflect on the elaborate statues portraying the timeline of the Passion Week, I can’t help but appreciate all the beauty in the world. After the crowds begin to be too much and the raindrops begin to fall I began the slow journey down the mountain and back to the city. Avoiding the oncoming rain I decide to duck in to the Gold Museum since the cost is only $3,000 pesos ($1.58). Wandering through each of the floors it is interesting to see the intricate detail and artisanship of the various pieces. After leaving and just walking around in the afternoon I run in to Josh, Iefke, and Leigh who I originally met when they stayed at our hostel in Nicaragua and then bumped in to them again in Salento, Colombia. This is a common occurrence when backpacking and is always a welcomed surprise. Since this is my last night we all decide to enjoy a nice dinner at, of all places, a French restaurant because we are in the mood for steaks. Café Rosario’s is a narrow building with candlelight to set the mood for the three of us guys and Josh’s girlfriend. It was a great last night in Colombia before heading back to Central America and I couldn’t help but debate taking up offers to spend the Summer months either in Europe or Australia. Oh first world problems.
A new month and I’m back in Costa Rica, for who knows, maybe the twelfth time. Checking back in to Galileo Hostel as soon as I walk in I’m already greeted with hugs from the staff and even the owner. Telling everyone that I’m only there for the night I’m bombarded with pleas to stay longer since it’s Miriam’s last night (a staff member of the hostel). What I’ve realized while traveling is that it’s ALWAYS someone’s last night, first night, birthday, or some upcoming holiday. But it just so happen that as I tried to book my bus for Nicaragua the earliest I could leave was April 3rd. So it looks like the majority won and I am there for the cake and festivities of a last night for Miriam the German with an infectious personality and smile. While I’m waiting around I also meet Grace, a fiery New Yorker from the Dominican Republic and our sarcastic banter ties us together for the next few days as we share in some American humor. It’s been a nice relaxing break not moving around every several days but to stay put and meet some new friends while catching up on more sleep.
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