Important needs met and hilarious fun had in these places, which, in the states, I've never appreciated so well for the variety of experiences they may offer.
The WiFi in the school yard and airport, and now, the grocery store offering us a giddy grateful map-perusing opportunity.
I was in the checkout line at a large Esso store in downtown Santa Marta, clutching a packet of cheese and a humongous bottle of drinking water. Its amazing how quickly I become desensitized to these large expanses of consumables, now so overwhelming and full of exciting products, even after just a week of bike trekking.
And I see Elise behind me, suddenly light up and dive into a rack by the cashier. She had isolated: A ROAD ATLAS. Complete with elevation grades and local temperatures. Our wildest dreams (even above real coffee) come true. We had been wondering if the country produced such a thing, but were at a loss as to how to find one.
It was heavy, for people biking their possessions around, and expensive (ish) so we sat on one of the many provided benches in the grocery store (!) and flipped through the elevation maps. I busted out my phone camera and photographed the pertinent ones, happily eating my cheese simultaneously, both of us complete glee-bombs with our find. And nobody in the store gave two figs about what we were doing, either.
I love the Colombian people.
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| Gleefully paging through the maps on the grocery store bench. |
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