Looking back on our time in Bogota we have so much to be thankful for. An impromptu Thanksgiving dinner away from home, a place to rest our heads, and the patience of our tireless translators to name a few. We want to express our deepest gratitude to you, Felipe and Pilar, and those you hold closest. We could not have hoped for more hospitable hosts. A family of incredible talent; doctors, designers, artists, and architects, every member with so much to give. We are truly fortunate to have met you all, and feel blessed to have been a part of your lives even if only briefly.

And thank you Bogota for:

• Granadilla – the greatest fruit on the planet.
• Guanabana, Pitaya, Uchuva, and all of the other extraordinary fruits we tried here.
• Gas guzzling, fire breathing street performers.
• Buñuelos, Pan de Yucca, and all Arepas great and small.
• A renewed appreciation for life after a ride on the autopista.
• Limonada de Coco
• Bike lanes – Actual bike lanes, not lines painted in the middle of the road.
• Coffee con Panela
• And a shout out to Pura Vida – a family run restaurant serving local, vegan, alkaline food that makes you think twice about ordering that arepa con carne later.

The longer we stayed in Bogota the more we began to feel at home, but we had to move on. After a failed attempt at a ride to La Calera, a small town that sits atop one of the mountains cradling the expansive city, Mel and I licked our wounds at a restaurant nestled into the mountainside; one a bit too fancy for our cycling gear with a view that rivaled the meal and the dark Colombian coffee we sipped as the day faded into the distance and the stars took their place over the gritty, but proud and beautiful city below. It was at that time Mel and I could not help but be hopeful for the days ahead and the chance to experience this country which takes your breath at every turn.

Check out our pictures from Bogota at the link below.