Sunday, October 23, 2011

Villa de Leyva

We spent 5 days in Villa de Leyva with Papa Bruce.  We stayed at our friend, Bonnie's, house/bed and breakfast.  She teaches with us and goes to her finca every weekend.  We dug in the clay, hunted for fossils and made pizza and cooked it in her clay oven.

Before you can make things out of clay, you've got to find the clay in the ground.




 Bonnie's place...





After digging in the mud to find the clay, you've got to rinse off in the pond.



Pizza time!


                  





 Fossil hunting on the property.


 Mural in the Fossil Museum
This fossil was discovered in 1977 and the museum was built around it.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Sebastopol seen throughout the eyes of a NY Times journalist...

A friend here in Bogota forwarded this article to me about our home town, Sebastopol.  Fun to see some our favorite places...



http://travel.nytimes.com/2011/10/23/travel/food-and-art-in-sebastopol-california.html?nl=travel&emc=

Monday, October 17, 2011

Fernando Botero

To our surprise, there the admission to the Botero Museum in Bogota was free!  That was the best deal in town for the great entertainment it provided.  Fernando Botero was born in Medellin in 1932 and is alive and painting still today.  The paintings in the museum were donated by the artist himself are valued at over 200 million dollars.  We also saw works of art by Picasso, Dali, Renior, Chagall, Monet, Degas and more.    A condition placed by Botero was that once a piece is hung in the museum, it cannot be moved or loaned to another museum.


chubby fruit

this looks like a chubby cross-dresser 

chubby dancers

this chubby one looks like she's fretting over her shopping list... 
"should I buy more oranges or grapefruit next time?"







chubby kitty

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Best Burger You'll Ever Have!

Yesterday after we went up to Montserrate we headed down to a friend's restaurant called Burger Market  to have the best burgers in Bogota or anywhere for that matter.  If you love a good burger then this is the place for you!  Everything about this place is top notch, from the wine list (yes they have an amazing wine list) to the farm where they have their own special herd of Wangus cows who apparently have a great time before they become burgers and other tasty treats for our enjoyment, to the organically grown hydroponic lettuce growing on the walls.

During lunch we were all treated to an awesome rainstorm and nobody seemed to be surprised when the street turned into a river!

Kids love Burgers!
Note the hydroponic lettuce growing behind Linnea.


Owner/Chef Daniel Kaplan


 

This is the view from the Burger Market during a rainstorm.

Monday, October 10, 2011

Cerro de Monserrate

10,341 feet above the city of Bogota is Monserrate, a mountain with a church at the top that was built in the 17th century.  The mountain can be hiked, but we took the easy and fun way up... we rode the teleferico (read: gondola).  Up top, we walked the beautiful gardens, browsed the souvenirs and has coffee and pastries...








Carnivorous ivy

Inside the church





On the way back down... kind of a cloudy day, but beautiful nonetheless.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

School Days

Primary playground where Linnea spends her recess...







 Elementary court

 Middle School



We can even recycle our batteries here!

Around the school



View From Jennie's classroom

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Look Out Marcel Marceau!



Dempsey's class had a mime-off to depict Shel Silverstein's poem "One Inch Tall".



One Inch Tall

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).





Shel Silverstein