Dad arrived safe and sound on Thursday night with no problems. His flight actually came in 30 minutes early so I had to quick call the driver to come early but I ended up waiting for Dad for well over an hour at the airport as Dad said they had to sit for quite awhile on the tarmac because another plane was in their way since they were so early! He seems to be enjoying Bogota and is loving his new granddaughter. At first Kariana did a lot of staring at him but I think she was fascinated with his facial hair. Now she is full of smiles like her usual self. She already has grandpa wrapped around her little finger, smiling and laughing at him. The three of us Skyped with the boys last night and Kaleb and Cohen was astounded that Papa was with mom! How did he get there?? It was really funny to watch their reactions on the screen.
Yesterday I took Dad to Exito Country (similar to a Super Target) since I needed diapers, wipes, and formula. We spent some time looking around the store, checking out all the fruit neither of us have ever heard of, buying some Colombian wine, and comparing prices of things. Dad couldn’t believe that a pineapple is only $.50 here. In the afternoon, we walked to the bank and to Maku so he could check things out. Dad is not impressed with the smog here. The sad thing is that I don’t even notice it any more. He is impressed with the diversity of the people who live here. He is quite shocked that so few look Hispanic. I had to tell him that a couple of people commented on how much Carrie looked Colombian with her tan skin and dark hair.
Today we took a taxi and were going to go to the Military Museum. Unfortunately, we got there only to discover that we had to have our passports. Because of my limited Spanish, the question we don’t know is if they would have let us in on U.S. passports. There were military guards posted around the museum and at the ticket desk so we aren’t sure if they would have let us in. In any regards, neither of us had our passports (not something we usually walk around with here) so we couldn’t get in. Luckily, we had brought a tourist map with us and walked down a couple of blocks to the house of Simon Bolvar’s mistress that now houses textiles and clothing from the past and from all over Colombia. It was fairly interesting although Dad spent a lot more time looking at the house construction than looking at the clothes. We believe the house was probably built in the 1810’s and some of it had original beams and everything. Dad was in heaven. After that we walked around old Bogota, saw the government square (there was a concert being set up though so we couldn’t go into it), and eventually walked down to the Gold Museum. It was the second time I had been there but I got to read a lot more since the boys weren’t there hurrying us along this time. After that, we grabbed a late lunch at a bread store and headed back. Kariana was a trooper the whole day. Now it is Dad’s turn to experience everyone looking at and talking to Kariana.
Tomorrow is Sunday so we will go to the markets of course. I’m hoping for good weather since Dad will only be here this one Sunday since he leaves next Sunday early. We were hoping for the phone call for Sentencia on Friday but it didn’t come. I am praying hard it comes on Monday because if it does, Kariana and I could go home with Dad next weekend. If the call comes after Monday, then I won’t be able to leave until the following week. Tomorrow marks 6 weeks that I have been here, 3 weeks with the guys and 3 weeks without. Although I love Bogota, I really would love to see Minnesota again!
Cresta
Yesterday I took Dad to Exito Country (similar to a Super Target) since I needed diapers, wipes, and formula. We spent some time looking around the store, checking out all the fruit neither of us have ever heard of, buying some Colombian wine, and comparing prices of things. Dad couldn’t believe that a pineapple is only $.50 here. In the afternoon, we walked to the bank and to Maku so he could check things out. Dad is not impressed with the smog here. The sad thing is that I don’t even notice it any more. He is impressed with the diversity of the people who live here. He is quite shocked that so few look Hispanic. I had to tell him that a couple of people commented on how much Carrie looked Colombian with her tan skin and dark hair.
Today we took a taxi and were going to go to the Military Museum. Unfortunately, we got there only to discover that we had to have our passports. Because of my limited Spanish, the question we don’t know is if they would have let us in on U.S. passports. There were military guards posted around the museum and at the ticket desk so we aren’t sure if they would have let us in. In any regards, neither of us had our passports (not something we usually walk around with here) so we couldn’t get in. Luckily, we had brought a tourist map with us and walked down a couple of blocks to the house of Simon Bolvar’s mistress that now houses textiles and clothing from the past and from all over Colombia. It was fairly interesting although Dad spent a lot more time looking at the house construction than looking at the clothes. We believe the house was probably built in the 1810’s and some of it had original beams and everything. Dad was in heaven. After that we walked around old Bogota, saw the government square (there was a concert being set up though so we couldn’t go into it), and eventually walked down to the Gold Museum. It was the second time I had been there but I got to read a lot more since the boys weren’t there hurrying us along this time. After that, we grabbed a late lunch at a bread store and headed back. Kariana was a trooper the whole day. Now it is Dad’s turn to experience everyone looking at and talking to Kariana.
Tomorrow is Sunday so we will go to the markets of course. I’m hoping for good weather since Dad will only be here this one Sunday since he leaves next Sunday early. We were hoping for the phone call for Sentencia on Friday but it didn’t come. I am praying hard it comes on Monday because if it does, Kariana and I could go home with Dad next weekend. If the call comes after Monday, then I won’t be able to leave until the following week. Tomorrow marks 6 weeks that I have been here, 3 weeks with the guys and 3 weeks without. Although I love Bogota, I really would love to see Minnesota again!
Cresta
Don, you have won her heart already!!! Glad your trip went ok. Praying that you get the call MONDAY. Love ya. Grandma.
ReplyDeleteSounds like it is SO good to have your dad there! Wishing, hoping, praying for this to be your week!!!
ReplyDeletePatsy, Jon and the kids :)