48 hours after waking up in Boise, I am finally rested and showered in Medellin.
My flights got so screwed up. First my flight from Denver to NY was delayed, which I actually welcomed. Then the flight crew from NY to Ft Lauderdale was put on a mandatory rest hold by the FAA, so I didnt get into Florida until 1pm, which was when other flight was getting into Medellin. So I had to change airlines and airports to get into Medellin.
I had to take a bus to Miami, then fly to Bogota, then transfer to Medellin. After a ton of confusion checking in at Miami, they said they put me on the best flight to get me to Medellin the soonest. That was great, until I had to wait an hour to get my luggage at Medellin because it didnt make it on the same flight I did.
The actual flights were really fun, and I met some great people. Three of them were from Bogota. On the flight to Medellin, I met a man whole spoke very little English, but he proceeded to give me an hour long Spanish lesson nonetheless. Way fun!
I havnt made it out of the hostel yet. All the twisty roads are intimidating me! Plus, Im still trying to figure out how to type on these Spanish layout keyboards. I cant figure out how to type an “at” sign and an apostrophe. Im sure Ill figure it out as soon as I ask for some help.
Right now, Im surprised Im feeling so alone. Its because Im around so many people I cant speak with. I am jumping on the learn-Spanish-now bandwagon. It killed me not being able to speak with the Taxi driver on my way to the hostel.
