colombia, travel

A Cali Christmas

First things first: It does not feel like Christmas here because I have a dozen mosquito bites up and down my legs and I can’t stop sweating!

This Pacific Northwest girl is not used to a hot Christmas.

Although, Bryce’s family has been telling us that it has “cooled off” this week. (My phone says that it is current 88 degrees Fahrenheit in Cali right now!)

Last night (Christmas Eve) the streets outside the house were “lively” with neighbors shooting fireworks and sparklers. It did not keep me up since I think I’m still making up for sleep deprivation from our 26+ hours of travel to get from Seattle to Cali, Colombia!

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Bryce, his aunt and I went on a walk this morning. She said we needed to go before things got crazy in the afternoon for the fair. (It’s a big fair that starts on Christmas Day and goes until the 30th full of lots of dancing and fanfare).

I was actually surprised to see “so much activity”on the streets during our walk. I expected to see other people going on family walks as well. But, there were lots of street vendors out and restaurants opened, too.

Back home, it’s really just big chain grocery stores and Starbucks that are open for like half a day on Christmas. There seemed to be more going on here, but maybe it was just in preparation for the fair.

As we headed back to the house, Bryce’s aunt asked if we wanted some water as we walked by a little convenience shop. The shop owner had the store gate closed but stood inside as a few people voiced out what they would like to buy — probably drinks as well.

“It’s closed, but opened,” Bryce said.

After buying the water bottles, we stopped in a grocery store that was opened and bought a few groceries. Knowing that I love avocados, his aunt said she knew a better place to buy fresh avocados than the grocery store we were at.

Just around the corner from the grocery store was a stand that solely sold avocados.

“This is my heaven,” I told Bryce as his aunt consulted with the stand vendor to make sure we were buying the best ripe avocados he had to offer.

And, these avocados put all the avocados I see back home to shame. These ones are like the size of what I think a papaya to be!

Merry Christmas from me and the avocados (not pictured, but I’ll need to upload the photos later!)

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The canceled flight and the two ships crossing in “the night”

I don’t know what happened to all of my time but the week came to an end and I was scrambling at midnight to pack for my Colombia trip. To clarify, I was packing at midnight for a morning flight where we’d be leaving the house at 4 am!

Trying to find all my summer clothes — since I hadn’t touched any of it in Seattle for several months — I heard Bryce yell in frustration from the living room.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as he starred at his computer screen.

“Our flight just got canceled,” he replied.

“WHAT??” I shouted as suddenly a series of spiraling events started infiltrating my mind. But, then I followed with “Which one?”

After all, we’d be taking four flights to get to Colombia.

Once he explained that it was our first flight — yes, the one that was supposed to start boarding in approximately five hours — and that the airline booked us on another flight two hours after our original scheduled departure, I felt a little better.

We were originally going to have an eight-hour layover in San Francisco where we had planned to go into the city to hangout and grab lunch. Now this time would decrease to six hours. I guess that would be fine.

My dad was going to drive Bryce and I to the airport for our original flight and hang out in the area for a bit to wait for the arrival of relatives who’d be coming into town to spend Christmas with my parents. And now with this shift in flight times, everything may be a bit more convenient for my dad, the family Lyft driver.

I got like two hours of sleep. Woke up around 4 am to touch base with my dad to let him know of the new flight time (as he was obviously asleep when we first learned of the change). Went back to sleep for an hour. And then we headed to the airport around 5:45 am.

Our relatives texted my dad saying that they had landed at the airport as we were on our way there.

“The timing of all of this may be spot on,” my dad said.

And, it was!

As we were literally like two minutes away from the terminal, my uncle texted my dad — whose phone I was managing as my dad drove — and said they had gotten their bags and were waiting at the curb of arrivals.

When my dad pulled up, we all surprised my uncle, aunt and cousin as they were not expecting to see Bryce and I. We gave each other hugs and helped them with their luggage.

“It’s like we’re two ships crossing in the night!” my aunt said.

It was all perfect timing. Despite a brief — no more than four-minute interaction — I was so happy to see my relatives, who I’d be missing with going to Colombia. My family, including my extended relatives, are very close and we usually all spend Christmas together.

Who would have thought that all of this was made possible by a short-notice canceled-flight.