I didn’t have any envelopes for the tip, so I had to create some from plain paper. When we are in Colombia, we have learned to be creative to solve problems. As breakfast was beginning, Scott asked the kitchen staff to come into the restaurant to make the presentation. We thanked them for the delicious food, their faithful service to us, and for being so helpful.
Today for breakfast, we had cauldo de huevo, or Changua, also known as Egg Soup. We have had this before, many years ago. It was not my favorite soup, but having it this time it wasn’t too bad. It is not something I would probably choose, but it did taste good. It is a hot milk and chicken broth base, with chunks of potato, a poached egg, and toasted bread crumbs. We also had arepa with cheese slices. Scott says, and the campers always laugh, “In the world tomorrow, this will not be available for breakfast!”
After breakfast, we had a short period of time to finish packing. Scott and I took this time to finalize our payment at the hotel reception. They said they were very happy with our group, and also told us that they had recommended to the hotel administration that next year that they not have any large groups when we come. We thanked them for their consideration to our needs.
We returned to the salon for camper speeches. Rodolfo organized this section. He encouraged them to take the opportunity to express what they had learned at camp, how it had changed them, how they were going to use it in the coming year, what they liked about camp or didn’t like about camp so that we could make it better, etc. He made a few small comments between the speeches helping the campers understand how those lessons can affect their future.
Some of the speeches were very heartfelt. One of the oldest campers encouraged the other campers to take every advantage offered here at camp. Another camper said that he really appreciated being here this week, as he is the only one in his family in the church and in his country, and he will not see anyone until next year. Another girl expressed that life is hard for her as she is often bullied, and she really appreciates the safe environment here.
We had a short break, and then Scott presented the final Christian Living topic of Live Your Story. The campers have been given a special opportunity here at camp. They have an opportunity, unlike all their friends, to live God’s way of life.
We had lunch next. The main dish was lasagna. Even though it tasted good, it did not look like any lasagna that I have had before. It was layers of pasta, spinach, ground beef, and cheese. There was no tomato sauce in it. Scott had a chicken leg quarter and a spinach quiche. He can’t have eggs, so he couldn’t eat the quiche. The kitchen staff said they could cook up some vegetables, but we were almost done eating by that time, and we did not have time to wait for them. So he had a rather skimpy lunch. He knew this was going to be a long day, as the bus ride offers no food.
Everyone retrieved their luggage from their rooms and met in the lobby for the taxis. We got the first one as we had three people with three big bags, and the first taxi was a larger one. We arrived at the bus terminal. I approached bus counters.
We got on the bus and our assigned seats were occupied by passengers coming from Bucaramanga. The bus driver talked to them and they were getting off at the next stop (20 minutes), so he found us three other temporary seats. David and Leo arrived shortly after this. They were also taking this bus to Bogotá.
After the first stop, we were moved to two front seats and one second row seat. This bus was not as bouncy as the bus coming to San Gil, but the internet was not as good. It would upload emails partially, but trying to connect to any web site was nearly impossible. I took the time for the first two hours to type on my blogs—I was a couple of days behind.
After the bus stop, I looked out the window. It was an education of Colombia. I took a lot of pictures of life in Colombia as we passed by. Life is so different here. As a whole, I would say that life is generally more difficult here. Farm work is all done by hand. Work in general is less mechanized. It is hard to describe it all, so if you view the pictures, it will give some idea of what I mean. It is difficult to take pictures on a bouncing moving bus, so some of the pictures will be not as clear as I would like.
After the sunset, about 6:00 p.m., I snoozed. I was tired from camp. We finally arrived at the bus station at 9:00 p.m. We found the taxi booth. I asked for a large taxi, but the next taxi in line was a small one. The attendant gave me a ticket for that taxi anyway.
We checked in to our hotel, and even though it was late, we went to the restaurant to eat. Montana and I had a salad with salmon strips on it. Scott ordered a steak and it came very well done. He could hardly chew it, even though he had ordered it medium. We did not want to wait for them to recook another steak, so he ordered a salad. We returned to the room and we all took showers. Montana had an early flight tomorrow morning, so we said good bye before she went to bed. She would need to wake up in about 2 hours. I checked in for our flights. I was unable to do that on the bus with the poor internet. We crawled in to bed shortly after 11:00 p.m. It was going to be a short night for all of us, as we would be out of the room a little after 5:00 a.m.