The simplicity of life always amazes me.
Los Santos, Colombia.
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As a teen, I was rebellious, with a mind of my own. Well, some things never change. I am sitting in a hostel on the side of the Chicamocha Canyon, the deepest canyon in Colombia.
It is 7:30 am. I am a morning person this week, and A/C D/C is playing on the stereo; a waft of memories flood back to, I would say, simpler times, but my life at the moment is as simple as it has ever been.
I also won’t lie; I never want to leave this hostel; in the morning, the birds wake me up, and the sun rises over the mountains and sets over the cliffs.
One of the most beautiful places I have ever been.
The weather is perfect up on the mountain, but down in the valley, that is a different story; it is hot, humid, and still beautiful.
Here I am, a bit of an odd one out; I am in the mecca of rock climbing. Did I know this before coming?
Of course.
I have been eying this place for the past five years, and I kept saying I would go, and then I came. I am not rock climbing; I would love to learn, but on these cliffs, no way.
So instead, I will enjoy the walks I can take around the canyons. Yesterday I went to the bottom of the canyon, to the smallest village in Colombia! It was incredible, and my legs were sore, and I worked out and was active, close enough to rock climbing!
Maybe five years ago, I would have cared that I was not ¨one of the rock climbers¨, now I sit and listen to the music and observe. A guy newly runs the hostel from Bogota, and he, of course, is a rock climber.
Yet I am always amazed by people who venture out and defy the odds. I was in a relationship with someone who…
