Bogotá to Barranquilla, Cheese Soup and Room-Sharing

11:30 was the pickup time and a bunch of us were lying in my room watching the Olympic gymnasts do their stuff. We all agreed that it would be amazing to be so fit, flexible and talented but that sadly none of our parents had enforced a strict routine of exercise, practice and an athlete’s diet when we were younger.

Nonetheless the time came to say adios, and I waved goodbye to the Bogotá assistants as Beci, Sarah and I headed off to Barranquilla. Our flight was at 1:30 and we must have arrived at check-in at roughly 12:45. Our plan of pretend not to speak Spanish so they don’t charge us for overweight baggage did not work, and sadly my plea to a security staff member to allow us to skip the queue so we could reach our flight on time was unsuccessful. Still, somehow we managed to reach the gate before the plane flew off, and we boarded safe and sound.

Arriving in Barranquilla we felt slightly underwhelmed- from the plane it looked a cold and miserable day, not the tropical Caribbean weather we had hoped for. Our concerns were misplaced, however; as one footstep off the plane was enough to bring us from freezing cold into the blistering, humid heat of the costeño region.

Through baggage we met our mentors, gave our final farewell hugs to each other and set off to see the places where we would be staying. The first thing I was told was “you can’t have any relationships with your students.” OK, nice to know. Once that was covered we moved onto the business of the day, “So what foods do you like and not like?”

This was the question I had been waiting to answer. “Well I hate eggs and cheese, but that’s about it.” Put my foot in it, hadn’t they into gone and made me a cheese soup as a welcome meal. Whoops, what’s a boy supposed to do?

I was dropped off at my accommodation- living with Leticia (middle aged woman), Jair (her son) and Christina, who is Jamaican and works as an English assistant in the same school as me. “This is your room, you are going to be sharing with the son…”

My mind was screaming, “NOOOOO HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE I JUST WANT SOME PERSONAL SPACE?” but for some reason my head was nodding and my mouth was uttering the words, “Sí, de acuerdo” (“OK”). I did not feel good about this one bit.

So that evening I ate dinner, chatted with the family a bit and ultimately spent a lot of time online, chatting to my amigos about the dismal room sharing situation. When I had arranged the accommodation, I figured “a relative of mine has a room” meant “A relative of mine who is about your age has a spare bedroom you can have”.

The bad room situation put me in a spiral of worry. I was missing Bogotá and the other assistants, missing Ireland and most of all missing my family. The 6 hour time difference meant I couldn’t Skype them today and I felt crappy. I had a look through my farewell cards I brought with me; one of the few reminders of home I have here in Colombia.

Off I went to bed. Sleeping in 30 degree heat is hard. It took a while but I eventually dozed off, which was good because I had an early start the next day.

Atentamente
Daniel

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