We rode the ‘funicular’ (it’s like a train) up the side of a mountain today. It is a beautiful mountain, with a church at the top, called Monserrate.
The only rub was, half of Bogotá decided to ride with us. Seriously, the line to go up the mountain was 1.5 hours long, EACH WAY. It was like the world’s worst line at Disney World.
As we stood (and sometimes sat) in line, the kids doing beautifully, we met other families who were curious about ours. We chatted, it was completely lovely. The weather was beautiful too. I can’t imagine asking for a better day.
The view at the top was absolutely beautiful. The sky was beautifully clear and the metal rooftops of Bogotá shimmered in the sunlight below us. We pushed our way through the crowds and I managed to get a picture of my whole family. Well, whole for now. We are still missing the person we came for.
At the top of the mountain, we all ate empañadas and drank soda from glass bottles. Then slowly, we made our way back to the line.
On the way back down, when we got to the spot in line where we were stuck, couldn’t get out no matter what, Cate decided she had to pee. For the next hour, I did dances and encouraged her to not pee down the side of me.
Poor little guy in front of us, started to look a little green as we stood there in the heat. I thought he might have to pee too, that maybe all the pee talk was getting to him, even though it was in English, and he was the world’s most precious Spanish speaker. But, then I saw him lean over and start to gag. I dove to the side and shouted at the mom “Tú bébe va a vomitar!” But, too late. I went into self-preservation mode and pushed all my kids out of the way, as the puke hit the floor with an epic splash.
We walked carefully around it, and smiled that, for once, it wasn’t us. The crowd rallied for that mama and let her pass right through the rest of the line, onto the train, and down the mountain. Cam thought maybe he could induce vomit to get us all to the front of the line, but we decided it wasn’t worth it.
After the mountain, we had our driver take us to Plaza Bolivar. We walked past rows and rows of street vendors.
The plaza is beautiful.
After asking me every single hour for the entire day, Cate finally got her ice cream, and we made the day of some random ice cream man.
Cate gives Colombia a thumbs up.
–FullPlateMom, who can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.