Been catching up on my writing.. Haven’t written as much as I would like to recently but for good reasons.. After a difficult year – last year, I had vowed to enjoy myself and embrace life again. I’ve always been someone with “ganas a vivir” and I had lost that joyful spirit. This year, I have been doing my best to reclaim that spirit and my sense of who I am. One of the things that had really hurt me last year when I turned 50 – in the midst of all this turmoil was the lack of celebration. Not of me, per se, but the celebration of life, of living, of exploring, of the great privilege of being able to experience joy, wonder, pleasure and laughter.. I have that back – and I am going to hold on to it fiercely.. Whether that means embracing my “epoca de estupidezes, boadas y locuras” by doing all the things I want to – putting myself and my wants first for a while, or just by lighting fireworks – and being true to my redneck rural roots, then that’s what I am going to do.
For my birthday, we decided to take a three day trip through Boyaca. it’s nothing life shattering, but Boyaca is one of my favorite states in Colombia. It’s green, green, green and the rolling hills remind me of my beloved Virginias.. Most of the places we went, I have been to before – but this time, it wasn;t on a tour bus. It was the two of us trying to re-connect and remember the love and friendship we had before it all went so very, very wrong. It’s not a reconciliation, because some things can’t be undone – but it’s a re-definition of our relationship. Maybe it seems weird that we would go on this journey together after everything – but my life isn’t tradicional in any sense of the word, anyway. I mean, I am an American living in Colombia, so my life isn’t going to look like most people’s anyway.
We work together, we lunch together most afternoons. I bring special supplements back in my suitcase when I come back home from my trips back to the USA, and I accompany him to most of his medical appointments. I am the one that interprets what the doctors say into something resembling common dialect for the family. I sit with him during the long chemotherapy sessions and I like to think that we have developed a deep friendship. I am probably deluding myself, but that’s how it is.
So we set off from Pacho for our first destination: Raquiria.

Raquiria is a tourist town known for it’s ceramics and craft work. Raquiria is one of my favorite places for silly reasons, I suppose. It’s a town filled with light and color, so it’s a place I like to photograph.




We stayed at a cute little airbnb, and he indulged me in one of my pet hobbies – portrait photography. I love taking photographs of just about anything, nature, architecture, events, but taking photographs of people is what I really really love. I love the challenge of trying to capture the essence of the person in a still photograph. Years ago, he used to patiently sit and pose for hours while I practiced. He was one of my favorite models. Today, he indulges me for 30 minutes. It’s just the start of a great day.

This is my favorite of all the photos.. He looks a little older than the Andres I know, but he looks good.
Here’s one of me..

We drove thru Sudamarchan – so of course, we stopped for the famous sausages..

Villa de Leyva
On our way to Villa de Leyva, he stopped the car suddenly at a dusty looking road, with a big grin on his face. Soon, I had one too! Go-karts!
We started out clean – he drove – carefully avoiding mud and small puddles after recent rains.. But of course, as soon as he turned over the wheel to me – into every puddle I could find! Very quickly, the go-kart was covered in filth, and so were we! It was a lot of fun..







Villa de Leyva is one of those heritage towns – a colonial Spanish town with a large central plaza.. People don’t come to Villa de Leyva for Go-Karts.. They go there for the history and the charm. So we did those things too.. There was a wedding at the church in the central plaza, with the bride arriving in a horse drawn carriage.



This is going to be a two part post – with all the pictures and such.. Next post – Mongui (home of the soccer ball).









