Popayán: Plan A and Plan B
Popayán: Plan A and Plan B.
Learning a new language is hard to make yourself do. I try to make 35 excuses of why I do not have time to study to avoid doing it. Then as soon as I begin to study and learn, I think, “This is effing awesome. Why was I not doing this earlier and why was I putting it off?!” It is the exact same experience I have every single time I catch my guitar peeking at me. It is like that every time. I love to learn, and it makes me feel so smart when I am consuming this language, but that first step to start doing it during the day is really hard to take even though I know how it will make me feel. Maybe I do not like the time it takes… But, it is crazy what it does to my brain and how it helps me to understand words that we use in English that I now realize are connected to Spanish words. I mean, the word for ‘hint’ in Spanish is ‘indirecta’. Fascinating… It is like exposing a little light on a dark part of something that I had no idea existed. I feel infinitely smarter when I consume this Spanish. It makes me feel like I wasted a lot of dating a German for four years and knowing so little German….
Colombia is a place where you will see a man wearing a massive Jesus belt buckle, and Colombia is also a place where ham means bologna. I have a hard time remembering the latter and every time I get ham on a sandwich or in a bun, I am heavily disappointed… However, my highlight of the day was for sure when I was in the city square and about 2pm and in front of a government building was the drunkest man in town. He had a newspaper in his hand and he was reading it aloud in a yell to everyone in the park so that they could know the news of the day. Then he went on a yelling, arm swinging, government rant while trying to maintain intoxication balance. Some concepts in human nature are just impossible to create in a mind. I do not see the sense in creating science-fiction novels when the most incredibly innovative things come from people on the streets. Humans are entertaining…
Lucia came to meet me at 6:30pm. She told me she had two plans. Plan A was that we would go to the park for an hour or so to visit, go to eat, and then go to the metal bar that I like. Plan B, if Plan A did not work out, was that we would go to my hostel bed and then she would sleep overnight. I immediately suggested that we swap Plan B for Plan A and then after some Plan B we could try a little Plan A. I whisked her away to my private room for some Plan B “Orgasmo!”s. Then we headed for some Plan A dinner, but I felt terrible after a hamburger and we had to come back to the hostel. Once I got better, we had more Plan B and fell asleep.