Let the good times roll... but not too fast please

So Colombia has been quite excellent so far, no complaints whatsoever (well actually a couple which I will outline soon enough) and I have only been here for a couple of days. Colombia is enormous and beautiful. I wish that I had enough time to get up the northern coast and see the Caribbean but I guess that will have to wait for next trip.

I seriously have dreams about texting. A lot of dreams. Is that weird? I also have dreams about being home and just sitting around being super bored. The other night I had a dream about Clint Eastwood, not sure why but he was there and looking good.

whenever you buy a hot dog from a street vendor and he asks you what you want on it always say everything

I have a word of advice for anyone traveling to South America actually really anywhere in the world but here goes... whenever you buy a hot dog from a street vendor and he asks you what you want on it always say EVERYTHING. Last night I said "con todo" and I got: lettuce, corn flakes, chili, mayonaise, mustard, ketchup, honey and an egg on top. Definitely a good decision.

Apparently in all of Colombia but especially Bogotá there is a problem with people driving horse-driven carts in busy roads. I guess I understand wanting to ban it, but if I was Álvaro Uribe which I am not, I would be more concerned with the number of female drivers which seem to infesting this country.

I haven´t played a game of basketball in almost three months now. You don´t care, but I just needed to vent.

Dave and were just embarrasingly mixed up on which day of the week it is.

One thing that has been interesting about coming down here and bartering for everything. Hotels, buses, T-shirts, food, absolutely anything. Here is my modus operandi... Ask about the item. The first price I get is the gringo price, so I look like you want it but it is too expensive. The vendor names a a lower price and I look a little more interested and examine the item a little closer. I turn to Dave and we talk in English a little basically saying "I want this but I think if we talk in English for a second they might come down even more". Seriously that is what I say. The vendor usually comes down a little lower or says it is their best price to which I respond with the lowest price I think I can get away with without insulting them and from there the real bargaining commences. We have gotten fairly decent at it, I am going to try to negotiate at Wal-Mart the next time I go (which will be about 1 hour after I land).

One thing I am looking forwards to about coming home is being able to pick up on background conversations (aka eavesdrop), here I really have to concentrate to be able to understand so most surreptitious listening is out of the question.

Since I am generally a complainer I wouldn´t want to deprive the people of what they want so here goes. I really don´t like the Salsa (the dance that is)... Numerous people in Ecuador and Peru raved about how awesome it is and how the Colombian salsa music is the best blahblahblah but is way too complicated for me to dance and if I can´t enjoy it then no one else should either.

In the Catholic church Dave and I stepped into today had a group singing a song to the tune of Hey Jude by the Beatles. I didn´t even know they were Catholic!