It only took me all night and most of the day to make it to Bogota Colombia from Santa Cruz Bolivia. Erik (my little brother) was waiting at the hostel. He too had flown all night from Colorado. Haggard and exhausted, we drank a celebratory beer. Both of us excited for the two weeks ahead: the first time we have ever traveled together without mom and dad. Should be interesting... After a refreshing night sleep (as refreshing a sleep as one can have on a Friday night in a large hostel) we set out to explore the city and meet up with Erik's friend Lane who flew in on a different flight.
The first thing I noticed about Bogota was the abundance of street art. Vibrant colors and slightly twisted imagery decorate brick walls.
The architecture in the central plaza offered a perfect backdrop for practicing Ninja moves.
Erik and Lane could not help themselves but look at and chat with all of the beautiful Colombian woman. Colombia is said to have the most beautiful woman in South America. If it were not for the distraction of betting on which bowl a guinea pig would crawl into, I might not have been able to pull them away from their broken-Spanish wooing attempts.
On of my favorite sites in Bogota was this Church that was painted in White and Red stripes. It reminded me of the peppermint castle in Candy Land.
Though the city has quite a wide selection of restaurants and food stalls, the best meal we had was at the bus station. The rotisserie chicken is juicy and delicious. Even better, it comes with plastic gloves so that you can devour it with your hands guilt free. 
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