Aug 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011
Where I stayed
Calle 28-El Mirador del Alpes
What I did
Spanish class at UPB, had lunch with Angie, talked to Gustavo
. As soon as you step on the bus it is in motion and you hand the driver your money, he goes between switching gears and giving you the appropriate change. Typically there are two or three people waiting to pay for the ride, leaving one person on the bottom step and holding on for dear life. It doesn't seem to phase Colombians. I have seen little ol' Granny have a tight grip to prevent her from falling on to the street. The 15-20 minute ride goes by quickly and as I approach my stop I have to apologize to everyone I bump into. From there the walk to UPB is fairly close. I am usually five minutes early to my class and have time to talk to Bailing or Trahr.
Today's lesson was a review from yesterday, using the equivalent of "-ing" endings. The two hours pass quickly and I have completed my first week of school in Colombia! I go to celebrate with Angie. She met my mom(s) when we first came to the university and today is the first time I have seen her since then. Together we walked to the mall across the street and ate lunch. She is very kind and easy to talk to. I find it hard to believe that she is the same age as me (or at least come Monday we will both be 18) because she is very mature and holds herself in such a manner. She told me about many things I can do in Medellin and good free events to attend (like Salsa class!). There were new things on campus I haven't seen and new people she introduced me to. Come to find out the the pool is free and I aim to do laps regularly.I was very appreciative to have an expert give me the full tour
. When she left to have dinner at her grandma's house I went to see if Gustavo was available. The hour I spent with him was VERY productive. Since I had originally paid more than I needed to for my classes I had credit to use towards others things. I had originally planned on taking an art class or jewelry, however, all those courses had started in July. We looked to see what be a better option might be... and French it is!!! My first class is tomorrow from 8-12 and from then on out every Saturday morning I will have four hours of another language! I also found classes that I can audit for free. Introduction to Cinema on "lunes" (Monday) and "miercoles" (Wednesday) and "Problemas Colombiano" (Colombian Problems) on Tuesday and Thursday. On top of all this good new I finally received my Student Card today. This card allows me to take books out of the library and provides me with sufficient identification (even though there is no photo and it is hand written...). With so many things to look forward to I left campus today ecstatic!
I came home to Tati singing like a crazy women. After she belted out three "reggaton" songs the two of us finished our "cuerpos" (bodies) and hung them up in our bedrooms. We plan to do a drawing a week, eventually we'll have a gallery! As for this weekend, tomorrow is Colombia's Valentines Day (La Dia de Amor y Amistad). There are concerts and celebrations. When I return from French we will go to Grandma's to give her our love! Tati and I are both exhausted from the week and are going to watch "Genomeo and Juliet" this fine Friday evening, besides I need a good night's rest for french tomorrow!
My phone alarm woke this morning and it was the first time since school has started that I really couldn't even imagine getting out of bed. Yesterday brought me down a bit since I had so much free time, became extremely bored, then started thinking about home. Yet, through out the course of today I found plenty of things to occupy my time and keep my mind in "Go Colombia!" mode. I waved down the bus and found myself a solo seat next the window. Every bus you get on is so different, it makes me think that each driver must own their own bus and can decorate or manage it however they please. Some buses have multiple pictures of jesus, others have aquatic scenes, at times there is a television, once in a while seats are velvet, and if your lucky there are handles to hold on to. Even though they are all different, every single bus you get off gives you whip lash. When you have such a large vehicle to control with pedestrians, other crazy drives, speed bumps, stoplights, and manual transmission things get rough. I usually try, and fail, to hold myself in the same spot throughout the journey