We are staying in an amazing hostel where the owners live in the adjacent unit. When I told people that we would be staying in a hostel during our time in Isabel’s city, they thought I was insane. This is a huge home on a giant hill, with a locked gate at the bottom of the stairs, and then again at the top. There are two sides to the home, one where the hostel is located, and the other where the owners live with their son. They are an amazing couple with a 7 year old. The hostel is clean, and beautifully decorated, and our stay here has been wonderful.
We were originally going to have all 6 bedrooms in the hostel, but each day there has been someone knocking at the door begging for a place to stay for the night. Each time we’ve given up a bedroom and the backpacker that has stayed has been amazing to our kids. Our kids are getting to know about different parts of the world from the experiences of these people who have stayed with us, and they, in turn, have gotten to set aside some of their preconceived notions about Americans.
Last night as one of the owners sat with us to have a cup of aqua de panela, she told us about a little town, just outside the city, that is easily accessible by bus. We’re already staying in a hostel, with a stranger in the next room, with our 12 kids, one that we adopted three days ago. People think we’re insane.
Let’s do it.
So, we did. We rode the bus to Cabrera.
We packed a picnic lunch and ate on the steps of the church.
We quickly learned an important lesson about stray dogs in Colombia. They enjoy ham sandwiches, and also, they’re persistent.
We decided we would eat as we walked.
Cam and Ally are really enjoying carrying the little kids on their backs. No one asks them to do it, they just offer, and Cam couldn’t care less that the carrier he is using is covered in rainbows and unicorns.
Gigi fell asleep on Ally’s back and she quickly covered her to protect her from the sun. “We’re at a high altitude here.” We sure are.
Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever hiked in a more beautiful place.
We got to the top of the mountain, and began to hike back down. First, we got a pic at the peak.
We decided that since the ham sandwiches were a bust, we would stop at the small restaurant in the town square and eat a little late lunch before we rode the bus back.
The Ecuadoran man who owns the restaurant was so kind. He found out that we have a tiny fan of everything meat, and he had some carne asada made just for her.
Gigi and Ally gobbled up all the corn with cheese. Yes, cheese. It was a soft cheese that was spreadable all over the ear of corn.
I have never had such wonderful yuca in my life. It was so perfectly prepared.
We are trying to see as much of the area as we can before we have to leave on Wednesday. Everyday is an adventure.
Tomorrow a social worker will come visit us in our little house on the hill. She will decide whether or not we are good enough to be Isabel’s parents. If her report is positive, an exit letter will be issued allowing us to leave the district with Isabel. This will begin the next step in the process, going to court to officially make her a member of our family.
That part will occur without me. The thought of leaving is killing me a little. So, I’ve decided to Scarlett O’Hara that for now, and think of it another day.
–FullPlateMom, who can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.