Changing apartments, cities, and continents is never fun, especially when you have to fit everything into more or less two 50 pound bags. I've been packing and travelling and repacking for about a month and a half now. Earlier this week I went back to Ohio for two days for the final switch of stuff, and am now in Bogota feeling like doing nothing but sleeping (sad because I love Bogota and because I'm not even motivated enough to go out and buy a new SIM card so I can call friends here). I left piles and piles of stuff in San Sal with Edwin and with Silvio that I'll try to retrieve later on, but not sure how. I'm not even sure how I'm going to get my bags to Manizales since the weight limit on national flights is much lower than international, but I don't think I'm allowed to take the bus anymore (or at least I can't tell anyone if I do). I can basically take me, my computer, and some clothes. Rest I guess will go courier since even my carryon is double the weight limit of 15 kilos.
I did go out yesterday to eat and shop with Jose...great day, didn't rain, and it was actually a little warm! I finally found the mandatory coat and scarf and had fun criticizing all of the boot styles the bogotanas are wearing (all with pants tucked inside or with leggings...felt like the eighties again). I also discovered that most of the music I had added to my ipod was mistakenly erased by Edwin. All of my salsa and merengue...gone for the next year since the cds are in Ohio. This makes me verrrrrrry sad. Time for San Andrecito I guess. I need to catch up on my Colombian movies, too. Just looking forward to Tuesday and Wednesday so I can unpack and get settled.