I was half awake still in bed as I heard a man’s voice coming from the front door. It was towards the end of our Colombia trip and I guess I was still trying to catch up on sleep. (It took us more than 24 hours to travel to Colombia from Seattle, Washington!)
Bryce poked his head into the bedroom to see if I was awake.
“Who is that talking?” I asked.
“The milk delivery man. He’s talking to my aunt,” he replied.
“But I only hear the man talking.”
“Everyone talks here!”
He didn’t mean it in a negative way. It was a friendly fact. Everyone talks to everyone as if they are old friends, even with the milk man!
It was around 8 am and I finally got out of bed and Bryce’s aunt walked by with a pot. The milk was inside.
I asked her in my broken Spanish if the milk man delivered in a car or on a motorcycle. She said on a moto. He has two canteens strapped to the back, full of milk, no biggie.
A friendly, and well-balanced, man! I mean, I’m assuming you’d have to have good balance to be able to drive a motorbike with canteens of milk in the back!
Just another morning in Cali, Colombia.
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