Here are a few pictures in my apartment in Bogota.
This one at the top is obviously my little kitchen...
This one at the top is obviously my little kitchen...
This is one side of the living room/dining room area.
This is the other angle, the dining area, with the bicycle I mentioned in my last post. I haven't used it yet, but I feel it will serve me well.
Just for kicks, this is a picture of the "bottled" water I bought the other night. It is cheaper to purchase it in bags. This bag cost 1300 pesos, or about 85 cents.
Well, more photos later. Let me quickly explain a bit about the people I am connected with here so I can use names to refer to them. The founder and director of the organization I am here with is named Jesus Ortiz. His wife is Marcela, and they have three children: Edwardo, Sara, and Camila. I am staying now with them and Marcela's sister, Sandra at their summer house in Girardot, a smallish city about a 3 hour drive from Bogota. We will be here until Sunday afternoon. Marcela and Edwardo are recovering from a bad cold (the whole family has been sick recently) and Jesus and I have been talking about plans for the summer.
He is a man of great ideas and feels called to a great work with the youth here. I am excited about what I can learn while here, for certain. I can see that he will allow, and even expect, me to jump right in and help with the work they are doing. That will be a great experience for me, though stretching. I have been working for a few hours on plans for a one-week camp we will be having in July. It is the same one I came down here for last summer, though it will be very different this year. Well, I had better sign off here, there is no internet in their house here, so I am in the clubhouse of the condo complex. I think it is time to head back to the house, so I will say goodbye until..."The opportune time". Dum ...dum...dum...
1 comment:
Hey love your blog!!! I like the way you said "Jesus and I have been talking about plans for the summer"
I know its out of context...still sounds cool.
-Nicholas Bean
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