I'm several weeks behind, as there are no official posts or pictures about the wedding or Grenada or Receptions 1, 2 and 3. But I'm sitting in an internet cafe in Moniquira, Colombia, listening to a collection of my favorite 90s music streaming from speakers (it's like they knew I'd be here at this exact moment) and wanted to write to let you all know I'm alive.
It is absolutely perfect here. We're about 3.5 to 4 hours northeast of Bogota, in a smallish town surrounded by verdant rolling hills. Colombian Spanish is slow enough that I can understand a good portion, but fast enough I that I still struggle to figure out exactly what it is people are saying. I speak a lot of portuguese words by accident, but already feel my vocabulary and confidence expanding after a few days.
We wake up early here (usually a little before six), and then run off to the hospital, two or three blocks away, half a very full breakfast (potato soup, eggs, juice, bread) and then go to a dental office a few minutes away. The dentist winks and tells her patients they are odontoligos, and they go to work. I've learned a lot just watching, and realized that I could probably be a dentist faster than I could be a epidemiologist, but the thought of filling out one more application kind of makes me sick.
We stay there until lunch, head back to the hospital for another full meal, and then a full afternoon of dental work at the hospital with Dr. Liliana Carvalho. She's hands-off most of the time and lets the boys go to town filling cavities and preparing root canals. I'm amazed at their adeptness.
After work, there's another meal at the hosptial. More soup and meat and rice and salad. And then we head back to the house to relax and watch noble John Adams (we borrowed the series from Dad Jackson), and then reading and sleep.
Sorry there aren't any pictures. I'm going to try to figure out how to post from an internet cafe, but we are all doing well and loving it here.