Saturday, February 25, 2012

Jardín Botánico José Celestino Mutis

Imagine a garden in the middle of a city where plants from every region, climate and altitude of Colombia can be found.  We spent several hours in the botanical garden today.  The garden was established almost 60 years ago to honor Spanish naturalist, mathematician and astronomer José Celestino Mutis.  The day was a bit overcast, so we were able to amble about the 19 hectare garden without much bother from the sun.  We were able to spot many plants that we had grown in our own garden in northern California and we also came upon a nice herb garden where we nibbled borage, fennel, and mint.
The first wildlife that the kids spotted was an orange cat.  We later saw geese and ducks and heard more birdsongs than we've heard anywhere else in the city.




 This concrete thing offered a lot of entertainment for the kids.




 We found a lot of edibles around this solarium where a yoga class was happening.


 Eric's next batch of beer has it's name...
 ...and here's the flower



 Cilantro, strawberries, chard, chives and tomatoes




Monday, February 20, 2012

Peter

We have always been pet-people.  We mostly lean toward a pet of the canine variety.  Our first pets were great dogs.  Since Eric is allergic to cats, they have not really been an option to have as a pet.  So we have always had a dog.

Before we moved to Honduras, we made the painful decision to find a new home for our dog, Milo.  It was a heart-breaking thing to do, but we knew that he would adapt much better to a new family with outside running space than to apartment living.  He now lives with a great family.  In fact, he went to live with a family that used to dog-sit him for us when we went out of town when we lived in Sebastopol.  He is very happy there living with their 10 year old daughter who lets him lay on her bed.  We learned that he has become quite the gopher hunter.  Milo just had his 9th birthday last month...

...he's so pretty.

Now that we have been apartment dwellers for almost 3 years now, we were feeling the need for a four-footed pet in the house, but we couldn't see the use for a dog.  Sure, there are thousands of dogs that live in apartments in big cities, but I just can see the justice in that... for the dog or for the person.  We have friends who have to take the dog out at 5 a.m. to go to the bathroom, and they are not allowed to use the elevator because of the dog, so they are descending 7 flights of stairs in the wee hours in the morning for the dog to do his thing.  Sounds too much like having a newborn human to me, and I want nothing to do with it. 
Common breeds of dogs to see here in the city are smallish dogs.  I think the cute ones are the beagles.  The ugly ones are the schnauzers and silky terriers.  Of course, our favorite small dog lives in Sebastopol.  

Here's Theo, our dog friend who also lives in a house that we frequently house-sit at.  He is the perfect size for apartment living and has a great personality.
Photo by Linnea






But we knew that we weren't ready to get a dog with our current lifestyle, so the next best thing was to get a hamster.  We got Peter last November and his is proving to be way cooler than we thought a hamster could ever be.  

He is a Russian Hamster (did you ever know there was such a thing?) and super cute.  He's smaller than a regular hamster, but what he lacks in size, he makes up for in bravery.  He jumps off the couch, scales the walls of his cage, and runs so fast that his legs look blurry.  I read that hamsters can run about 8 kilometers a night on their wheels, and we have taken to putting him at the farthest part of our house at night and closing the door so that we don't have to listen to the proom proom sound of his wheel.  

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Not a Typical Day in Bogotá

We went to Usaquen today for some fun diversions, and things were waaaay more diverse than we've ever seen before.  Lucky for us, when the rain started we were in a restaurant.  We watched the rain fall. Then we watched it pour.  Then the hail started and it continued for about 30 minutes.  After the hail ended, Usaquen was transformed into an equatorial winter wonderland.  



Saturday, February 11, 2012

Huevos

 When we first moved to Latin America, we quickly learned that eggs are not handled in the same manner as those of us from the northern part of the Americas.    The most glaring difference is that eggs here are not refrigerated once you get them home.  Of course, you can refrigerate anything you want once you get it home.  But the norm here in Colombia and in Honduras was to just leave them out on the counter, in the pantry or on top of the fridge.

 Growing up with chickens and regularly eating fresh eggs, we went by the rule that if the egg was not yet washed, it didn't need to be refrigerated right away, but once the egg was washed (to get the poop, straw and feathers off), it needed to be refrigerated.  I've read read that before washing the eggs, there is a natural protective coating that helps preserve the eggs.  I suppose if you're eating the farm eggs each day as they are laid, they never have a chance to go bad.

  


Quail eggs




Egg stall at Bogotá's biggest market

The other difference, which is much more minor than the first is the quantities in which you can buy eggs.  Up north, a dozen eggs is the norm.  In Honduras, we would buy them 15 or 30 at a time.  Here, we are buying them 30 at a time, although at the big grocery stores it is also common to buy them by the dozen or half dozen.  In the big supermarkets and at the small town stores, the eggs are sold off the shelf, not kept behind glass doors in a refrigerator.  Also, quail eggs seem to be quite common here.  I'm not sure yet how they fit into Colombian cuisine, but I'll ask around.  We have been buying the campesino eggs from the outdoor market that sets up each Saturday in our neighborhood.


So, if your wondering where we keep our eggs now, here's the answer...
No need to take up refrigerator space with these guys... I'm a leave-your-eggs-in-the-pantry convert! 

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Sunday in La Candelaria

Last Sunday, we hopped in a cab to Plaza del Toro Santamaria.  No, we didn't see a bull fight.  But we did admire the beautiful architecture from the outside.  We couldn't seem to get to a good place to take some post-worthy pictures, so click here to see some spectacular pictures of it.  We were amazed by the high-rise apartments that surrounded the ring.  I can only imagine what it would be like to live in one of those apartments when a heated match of man vs. bull was in high swing.

We actually happened upon Plaza del Toro by accident.  We were headed to Parque de la Independencia, which sat right next door to the bull fighting ring.  This park spans about 2 city blocks on a hill.  There are brick paths that spiral down to a central part of the park where there were beautiful flowers, eucalyptus and palm trees.  Of course, there were plenty of friendly dogs roaming freely around the park. 










After leaving the park, we took advantage of the weekly Sunday event of Ciclovia where miles and miles of roads are closed to cars.  We walked from about Calle 26 in La Macarena along septima to La Candelaria - about 20 blocks.  Along the way, we saw this man ...
                           
... his hands were blackened with some sort of polish (?) and he had all these dead stuffed rats (they were real!) around him.  I can only assume he was selling them.  The rats were all posed in walking positions and were gathered around him.   I shutter to imagine what he had in his black garbage bag.

More than 20 blocks later, we made it to the colonial barrio known as La Candelaria, the birthplace of Bogotá.   You can visit the Gold Museum and Botero Museum, count the thousands of pigeons in Plaza Bolivar and stroll through the narrow streets and alleys to discover amazing murals, sculptures, restaurants and shops.
                             

                                         

We had lunch at El Gato Gris.  It is probably a 200 or 300 year old building that used to be a house.  We ate upstairs in what used to be a bedroom, but now it had 3 or 4 tables and comfy chairs for lounging in on a slow Sunday afternoon.

The view from our window...
                                         


                                  


After lunch, we made out way back toward the main streets to catch a taxi.  We passed by a kid who was riding his big wheel down this sidewalk... see him on the right?  He would barrel down the sidewalk and then make the tight right at the bottom of they hill just before the next street.







Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Beautiful Day for a Party

Dempsey wanted to celebrate his birthday by having a party at our house.  So we had 15 or so kids over last Saturday.  They played games and we made a lot of pizzas.  We have been making pizza a lot lately, ever since we brought back a pizza stone in our carry-on luggage from our trip home in December.  I can't remember exactly which one of us had that in our carry-on bag, but I am thankful for the person who carried the heavy load because now we have tasty pizzas coming out of our oven on a regular basis.

Once all the kids arrived, we played baby food hot potato.  Actually, Dempsey would have nothing to do with it, but some of his more adventurous friends joined in.  Here, poor Jonah is taking a spoonful.  Although his bite was just a bit, he did start to dry heave a little.


We made a bunch of treasure map clues where the kids had to solve a puzzle, then run around our apartment and the rest of the building and outside area looking for more clues.


Ice cream cake time...


Present time...


Playing with new presents time...


It was such a beautiful, sunny, warm day, eventually Linnea and another girl at the party 
did a little bathing in the sun.

After the party was over and all the kids went home, Dempsey, Linnea and Elijah (neighbor friend) played in the late afternoon sun.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

NINE!

We are now the proud owners of a nine year old boy.  



Smart as a whip
Skinny as a rail
Lover of Legos
Bike riding cool
Maker of jokes 
(What is the best way to fall and not hurt yourself? By falling asleep
Bookworm to the core
Discovering his inner artist
Sparkly-eyed little guy

Friday, January 20, 2012

Colombian Blog

i have been reading this Colombian travel and lifestyle blog for a few months now and read a post today I wanted to pass a long.  You can follow this blog too by checking it out from the list of blogs we follow on the right side of this page.  But I'll make it easier for you today by providing a link:

http://www.mantarayatravel.com/blog/return-to-my-roots-a-journey-back-to-the-land-i-long-ago-left