Up near where we are working, there is a lovely park where indigenous crafters, cooks, and farmers sell their wares each Saturday morning. Walking through the stands reminded me of the Syracuse Regional Market where we shopped each weekend. It reminded me of our old home.
It’s not every day an indigenous man boards your bus to serenade you with Simon and Garfunkel’s “Sound of Silence”! What a treat! He was incredibly talented, and we thanked him for his performance.
After another long day, we took our bumpy, bus ride home. We love to sit in the back where there is more leg room and after rush hour, the buses fly through the city. You literally get a good 6 inches of air off your seat over some potholes! Love, from Bogotá