Bogota, day one

We arrived at our guesthouse late on Saturday evening after a day full of travel. Our taxi driver was Reinel, a very smiley and patient man.  Angie and I fumbled through a conversation with him, and he seemed to get most of it.

We met a nice couple at our guesthouse from Virginia.  They had adopted four children eleven years ago.  Since Betty, the owner of the hotel was not there, we were able to ask a few questions about the layout of the town and how to use the wi-fi before we crashed for the night.

This morning, we slowly made our way downstairs, not entirely rested. It is difficult to make up for weeks of not sleeping well in one fell swoop.  The couple and two of their sons greet us and we joined them for breakfast.  We had a wonderful meal of pineapple, bread, cheese, eggs and coffee.  I am now spoiled - I don't know if I'll be able to eat store-bought pineapple ever again.

After breakfast, Angie and I went for a short walk.  There seemed to be some sort of festival going on - some of the streets had been shut down, and thousands of people were riding bikes in them, or running/walking with their dogs.  The air is fresh and cool.  We are so close to the equator, but the temperature is comfortable. You can definitely tell we are at a higher elevation - we both started to get light-headed after about a half an hour. 

We stopped at the super-market on the way home to pick up a few essentials, and then headed back home.  As Angie drifted off to sleep, Luz Clara, our contact in Colombia stopped by to explain how tomorrow will work and to say, 'hello.'

Tomorrow, meaning the day we meet our son.  It's been a long time since we first heard of him - 2/23/11. And it seems even longer still since we accepted the referral -4/1/11.  But the long wait is coming to an end - Gotcha Day - 5/16/11