Da Kid is finally in Cartagena, Colombia. I haven’t seen much of the city as it was dark when I arrived. It has been an adventure so far. I pretty much realized I was in over my head as I stood in line to check my baggage at the Miami airport. I was the only Gringo in line and, although we were still in the US, the entire airline staff communicated in Spanish first. I knew right then, this was going to be a long trip.
Overall, flying Avianca Airlines, was a pretty good experience. My only issue is I have no luggage. My flight was from Miami to Bogota to Cartagena. I’m assuming my bags made it to Bogota, but not Cartagena. I’m stuck with no toothbrush or toothpaste, no clean boxers, and an outfit that I’ve been wearing since 6:00 AM this morning.
I’ve settled in with my host family. Not many words were exchanged since a language barrier still exists. I can’t wait to start speaking Spanish! I am living in a three-bedroom apartment. Maria and her husband have one room. I have a room to myself, though there are two twin beds here, so I’m not sure if I will be sharing it at some point. Maria’s mother and Maria’s 14-year-old son occupy the third bedroom. I believe the son moved out of my current room.
The family seems to be very religious. Jesus is present throughout the apartment. Just in my room alone, there’s a huge cross with Jesus’s head on it, pictures of Jesus, pieces of paper with Jesus’s name spelled on it, and several figurines of angels and people praying. I might become Catholic through osmosis in this room!
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