Colombia (First Week In Bogota)
Waking up early on Monday for me was a difficult proposition. With everything swimming around inside my head, I had only gotten maybe two hours of sleep. This is why routine is so important to me, and I have not gotten much of that the last four months. But one thing is for certain. My routine on the weekdays will involve me dragging myself out of bed at 8am no matter what time I go to sleep, and doing without a shower and breakfast. Our “construction crew,” which consists of a new volunteer of Dominican descent (Ruth), the full-time construction coordinator (Christina), and me, walked to the bus stop, and then took a string of three busses to the construction site (La Florida)—total travel time was an hour and a half each way. I had pretty much stood the entire time on the busses, as in Colombia and most machismo countries, it is a bit shameful to be sitting down when there are women and elders are standing. But damn, I’m in that awkward stag...