By request of my mother, i will be writing one more blog. this blog will recount briefly what i have been doin in my last weeks of colombia. as i told you all last blog i went to the coffee triangle to a town called armenia to stay with my friend who lives there. i went with the three girls of my city and we stayed the week there. we all had a great time travelling around there, drinking cheap good coffee- 50 cents. one day we went to this little town up to the north of armenia called salento and there we walked around enjoying the veiw and shopping. i didnt do too much shopping but i did buy a pretty sick poncho. we also went on a horseback ride through a valley and that was great. ive always loved horseback riding because i always felt like a cowboy and then we did something that absolutely blew my mind: we crossed a river horseback. oh yes. it was so cool, it wasnt like the horse was swimming his way across or anything but i got wet up to my shins and i felt super proud after we did it. we also went a city called manizales where we saw some awesome cathedrals and my second host sister. it was great because we dedicated the entire day to this city but we literally went to two big churches said we were cold and hungry so we bought bread and went into a cafe and drank their coffee and ate our bread for hours. we played go fish which was a blast from the past. what was super funny was none of them knew the correct pronunciation of ace and in spanish it kinda of sounds like ass so i was laughing so hard when they would ask if someone had an ass or give me your ass. so yes we spent an entire day in a cafe drinking coffee and playing card games, and to be honest i wouldnt have wanted it any other way. we had such a great time. we also went to a coffee farm where they taught us the process of making the coffee and the old culture of the coffee pickers which was fun. we picked coffee, learned about how to plant it, how its all done basically and then they taught us the correct way of drinking coffee. this day was amazing for me cuz im really interested in coffee and it was awesome to see how its all done. we did some other fun stuff but those were the highlights. we then went to a district wide rotary meeting which sounds really fun doesnt it? well it wasnt. we were basically being shown off like a county fair prize, but the good part was that all the exchange students were together so afterwards we just hung out and laughed and spoke in english. i have a good story about what happened at the farm that we were staying at so ask me when i come home. and we all said goodbye there and headed home a little sad to say goodbye to our friends. fortunately i still had mine with me. and we spent literally everyday after that trip together. i did not return to my host parents after that but my host sister since my host parents are changing apartments so everything is a disaster over there so im hanging with my host sister and her fiance. they work a lot. and i mean a lot, so i pretty much have free time every single day, and i took advantage of that to spend it with my friends. it started off great but as my date grew closer and closer we all became sadder and sadder. the thing is we became a family here, none of our host families had one exchange student but 4. we spent hours upon hours with each other at each others houses, at their fincas, and just together, so this will prove to be the hardest part of my exchange: saying goodbye to my best friends. we spent all last night together first at jennys house then to an ice cream shop, back to jennys, then to the jankiest bowling alley ive ever seen, back to jennys where we sat till one thirty in the morning. we were all super tired but whenever i opted to go home they refused. goodbyes are hard dont you think. the worst part of it is is that i have no idea when im gonna see them again. when i left home i just told myself over and over again its 10 months i can do this for ten months. what do i tell myself now? year? 2 years? shoot. its hard. i envy the europeans. dont get me wrong i am as excited as can be to go home and see you all again but unfortunately that excitement is marred by this weight of uncertainty of when ill see my friends again. eh ya that about sums up my thoughts and feelings for the past two weeks. sadness and happiness. got to hate paradoxes right?
well my friends, ive survived. colombia did not kill me. im not addicted to cocaine. and i have learned spanish. good year wouldnt you say. i came here with zero expectations and i was pleasantly surprised all the way. we´ll see each other soon. y para mis amigos de colombia que estan leyendo este blog, gracias por todo su amor y jamas olividare mi tiempo aqui gracias a ustedes. hasta luego.
cody martin alias alias ¨codito¨
