First morning in Bogota

After a boisterous Tuesday night with family building a family tree (more on family and the 19,458 men named Juan to come later), we wake up on Wednesday to some serious momming. Irney, Gabe's great aunt, wakes us up with tinto (black coffee), arepas con queso, and huevos, followed by hand-whipped hot chocolate. Life is hard.

The day was spent doing oddball errands, like going to the Departamento Administrativo de Seguridad (Colombia's Department of Homeland Security) in order to extend our visa by a few days. Totally thought it'd be some huge process. Turns out we hand the guy our passports, he looks at us, and writes a note saying we are cool until May 3. Seriously. So now we have handwritten notes in our passports. Sweet.

We also swing by the U.S. Embassy to check in, and it is rather fortress like, though not quite like the concrete-and-steel scariness of the U.S. Embassy in Tel Aviv. We are a wee too unnerved by the guard dogs to take a picture.

*Where we would normally put a picture of the embassy.*


Then a bit of grocery shopping at Exito, the Walmart of Colombia, and back for dinner with the fam.

Me! And a guanabana!