The most beautiful place in Colombia that I visited was the gardens of a sugarcane farm outside of Calí.
It was peaceful. The sun was shining brightly but it wasn’t too hot yet since we arrived in the morning. There were butterflies and birds chirping. (Yes, I do not like birds, but I guess the sound of small ones chirping can be nice). And, there was just so much beautiful foliage everywhere!
The gigantic palm trees. The fragrant flowers. They reminded me of Hawaii, which in a sense, reminds me of home. (My dad is from Hawaii so I spent a lot of time visiting grandparents on Oahu throughout my childhood).
Anyway, the gardens are part of a museum where you walk through and learn about how sugar cane is processed — and the history behind it all.
It was a nice change of pace from the hustle and bustle of the city. Plus, I saw the largest cactus I have ever seen in my life!
It took us more than 26 hours of travel to get from Seattle, Washington, USA to Calí, Colombia.
From house to house, it took about 30 hours of travel!
We left our place in Seattle around 5:30 am the Saturday morning before Christmas. We arrived at Bryce’s grandma’s house in Calí around 11:30 am Sunday morning.
Our route: Seattle > San Francisco > Los Angeles > Panama City > Cali
The first stop in San Francisco was the longest layover. We made the most out of it by actually leaving the airport and enjoying a good, real meal.
For so many flights, everything actually went smoothly. We didn’t miss any flights. Our longest wait in the TSA line was at Sea-Tac, our home airport. And even this wait was maybe 10-15 minutes at most, not bad at all!
Guess the travel gods were on our side.
We even had to wait on the tarmac for about an hour at SFO on our way to LAX. The pilot told us that LAX was experiencing “too many planes” so we’d have to wait a while before we’d be cleared to take off.
Bryce and I just put our headphones on and started season 2 of one of our favorite shows, the Marvelous Mrs. Maisel.
I like to think of myself as a having a lot of patience.
By flight #4, I really did not have much of it at all. I wanted to be done traveling.
When we boarded our final flight in Panama City, I was really ready to be done. The flight attendants only handed out immigration forms in Spanish and when I asked in my broken Spanish for a form in English, the flight attendant replied that they only had them in Spanish.
“OK, this should be interesting …” my sleep-deprived self thought to myself.
The woman seated in front of us asked us if we needed help translating. We kindly told her we were fine. After all, you just check “no” on all the little boxes, right??
When friends and family heard of this grand voyage to Colombia, everyone asked, “Isn’t there a faster way or direct way to get there?”
There is no direct from Seattle to Cali. Yes, there are options for three flights, or even two but we would have been paying at least a grand more — per ticket. No, thanks.
All the flying is just part of the travel experience.
And, I guess I shouldn’t complain because unlike some people, I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere. Funny how an airplane takeoff can just peacefully rock a grown adult to sleep.
It’s where people make eye contact with you as you walk by, acknowledging your existence! Not like in Seattle where strangers will do anything and everything in their power to avoid you. Here in Seattle, we’re all just Zombies starring at our cell phone screens … texting our friend, or playing Pokemon GO. The Seattleite may have even faked a phone call just to act like he or she was too preoccupied to look at you.
But Colombia is where a driver will pull over and ask the young boy doing chores, or the woman selling snacks from a street-side cart, directions to the next destination. Yes, they all have cell phones and use them for navigation, but sometimes the quickest way is to ask a fellow human. I think it’s also just in their nature to stop and ask a person, calling out “Hello, friend!” to a complete stranger. (And by “Hello, friend!” I obviously mean, “Hola, amigo!”)
In Colombia, it’s strangers helping strangers. Strangers actually talk to strangers.
Or, maybe they don’t consider anyone a stranger at all. They’re all maybe just one friend away to arriving at their intended destination.
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!
The street outside Bryce’s grandma’s house can be lively during the day with cars rushing by and honking their horns, or people calling out to each other. She lives in Cali, Colombia.
The other day as we ate breakfast, I heard someone yelling through a loud speaker outside.
“Is it something political?” I asked Bryce.
“No, it’s a man selling avocados. Come look!” he replied, as he peeked through the blinds of a window facing the street.
I walked over to the window just in time to see the man pushing his cart, and surprised to see he only had like four avocados!
He also wasn’t yelling through a microphone. He was playing a pre-recorded recording to make his avocado sales.
We were unsure if he perhaps already sold most of his avocados, or if he just didn’t have a lot to sell to begin with.
All I know is that I would love to have an avocado vendor walk the streets outside of my house so I could have the opportunity to buy fresh avocados. That’s pretty much the dream. For those of you thinking it: Amazon Fresh doesn’t count!
Even on days when we aren’t out doing things all day, I am either too tired, eating or spending time with family (as this trip to Colombia was to mainly visit Bryce’s grandma).
So, how do you make time to blog while traveling? Do you just jot down notes and write posts when you are back home? Do you just “make the time” while traveling and crank out posts instead of sleeping? Do you do something in between the two? Or, something else?
This newbie travel blogger would like to know your secret!
I know there is no right or wrong answer, but it was something that I was thinking about as the days quickly have passed by and I have not written a new post.
And, while I’m here I guess I’ll give you a few Colombia travel updates:
The fruits and plants here are amazing! Both to look at and eat. I could eat avocados every day.
The people here are so nice and welcoming.
I have about a dozen mosquito bites — per leg.
Despite being only three hours ahead of home (Seattle), I feel like my sleep schedule is waaayyy off. But, I’m really “only” in East Coast time right now!
More things to say but I’ll probably have to write it all after the trip, as we are getting close to our departure … sigh …