Breakfast on the patio consisted of yogurt with granola, papaya, pineapple and a cup of coffee. After all, we had to stay out of Marta, the cleaning lady's, way. |
Kailey opens the door of her suite, #416. |
Colombian locks must be a little harder to open |
The view from Tower 2, where Kailey's dorm room is. |
A view from the window |
The kitchen area of the suite. There's a TV and a small table. A refrigerator is coming. |
The view to the left from Kailey's room |
Another view from the dorm room |
A straight shot out Kailey's window |
Down in the courtyard below |
Kailey's half of the room....is clean just for now |
Her roommate has been assigned but is not here yet. The room is very much like mine was at Carroll College, and just about the same size. |
There are drawers under the beds and shelves with drawers in the closets. |
Kailey's room in the suite is down the hall. There are 4 bedrooms all together. |
The bathroom is across the hall. Good size for all these girls. |
There are two showers, with the infamous hot water contraptions. Kailey is now a proficient user of such a device. |
Another view of the kitchen. (Kailey will watch the Super Bowl with Don, Elizabeth and their friends from California.) |
Maytag or Whirlpool? |
So now comes the move. Kailey loads her 4 months supply and we truck up 4 flights of stairs. |
I just can't get enough of this view. It is so different from my life. |
A place for everything. And who needs hangers? A small hanging place will be used for towel drying. Cross hangers and clothes pins off your list, mom. |
This is carved from a tree trunk and is on the campus. |
A unique tree in the courtyard. |
A street view outside the museum |
From the window, looking down into the Plaza. |
Can you tell why I absolutely loved this piece by a different artist? |
Thinking of Kristine.... |
Can you read the words on the wall? Kimberly Clark!!! |
We walked around the Plaza |
The vehicles are so abbreviated! |
People were selling things and a vendor was blowing bubbles |
This woman walked around with a huge platter of cups of fresh fruit on top of her head. Never even held it to balance as she wove in between the people. |
We left in a taxi, and I tried to capture the proximity of the motor bikes around us. |
Finally, the perspective I was looking for. I don't know how these taxis keep their side mirrors in tact. |
Our escorts, Astrid and (a sleeping) Juan Lucas. |
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