La Leyenda del Dorado
As I’m sitting in my bedroom, listening to the soft putter of the rain hitting against the roof, I stop to reflect on my weekend… but more than that, I think about the people that I have met on this journey in Colombia and how truly happy I feel no matter where I am. I have received numerous gestures of kindness whether it was someone simply giving me directions when I was lost or escorting me all the way to my hostel. I forget- for a brief second- all the injustices that this country has endured through and the many more that it continues to struggle through. This weekend was one for the books for sure! I left Friday morning for Zipaquira, but since there are no direct buses from Tunja, I arrived in the Portal del Norte in Bogota which is the main site of the transmilenio in the North of Bogota. Once there, I was searching for another bus to Zipaquira and ended up walking in the wrong direction (for quite some time) but eventually realizing that I needed to be on the other side.