Arriving in Bogota

I began my travels early Saturday morning, with a 7 am flight to Bogota Colombia. We had a stop over in Florida, which I thought I could sleep through (since I had hardly slept at all the night before), that is until I was awoken by two very concerned flight attendants trying to wake me up and an empty plane. I was escorted off of the plane-a great way to start my trip.

After arriving in Bogota, still somewhat sleep deprived, I found our room in a quaint little hotel filled with british and Australian accents, where I think the only people who spoke spanish were the owner and other two people working there. I dropped off my bags and explored a little, without getting lost-quite an accomplishment for me.

L, my friend from school who is traveling with me, and I have had an amazing time so far, getting an insiders view of the city with a tour by one of L's colleagues who drove us around the city. We stopped at a market in the center of town where we met a 2010 presidential candidate named Sergio Fajardo, considered to be Colombia's Obama. He walks around the country meeting the people of Colombia-something I dont think you would see today in Washington's politics.  

So far the people have been incredibly friendly, from taxi drivers to people working at the market who helped us find postcards when we didnt like any of the ones they were selling. Two more days and then Im off to Ecuador, an entirely different type of of adventure.