The wedding was beautiful.
My host and hostess were so gracious. I love them so much…….
This was a “civil” ceremony.
No one acted surprised that the wedding party was sitting down for the ceremony.
So, I didn’t act surprised either.
I literally could eatÂ these two boys with a spoon.
Nicolas…..he loved for me to scratch his back and his little face would go “blank” when I would “tickle” his back…..he would just veg out.
He knew English as a toddler…..they lived here. When they moved back to Colombia, he was shunned by the other children because he did not speak Spanish. He blocked out the English and his school psychologist said it would come back.
It did….while I was there. He would say something to me in Spanish and his “mommy” would tell him that I couldn’t understand him and he would need to say it in English…..
He would shyly say it in broken English.
I fell in love. I asked for them to please let me take him home.
They wouldn’t let me.
They are greedy like that.
Jorge’…..be still my heart. The baby….I could eat him up!
He is ROT-TEN….and I loved every minute of it.
He doesn’t understand English and took advantage of every, single second of it.
Like when I was telling him to stop jumping on my bed, as it had everyone’s wedding clothes on it, and he would look at me and laugh and giggle and repeat everything back to me in English…..while still jumping on my bed.
He was bribed with “Fiber bars” that I brought in my luggage. They had choc-o-late’. His favorite.
He would sit in my lap…..love on me…..
They wouldn’t let me take him home either.
Ok, they are not meanies.
I love them all.
Here are a few more pic’s of the wedding that I took for them……
I was so blessed to be able to visit them.Â I wasn’t going to show this pic because I am so insecure about my leg…..but….I need to get over that. Aren’t they a gorgeous couple? As beautiful on the inside as the outside.
Their country is so beautiful and fighting to be a safe place for tourists to visit. The history is so rich and we explored it until my feet about fell off.
Literally. Ali….the groom, drug me everywhere. His bride was working when he took me through their downtown Bogota and when she was off work…..we all went exploring. It was so fun for us all to be together again.
I won’t bore you with the history of Bogota…unless you want me to.
Dang it. I love “history”…….
And it was everywhere.
I would love to go back one day, if I can get my dad to take off the shackles he put on my leg after I returned. They are attached to my house……….
He won’t take them off.
Too many History Channel shows on Bogota and Colombia.
He is glad I am home safe.
I will leave you with one of my favorite pictures……
I call it….”trouble waiting to happen”……..
Do you love it or what? Jorge’ is oblivious of the impending attack.
They were on the front row.
When that wrestling match was thwarted by the adults, Nicolas wore his suit coat on his head. They were cracking me up. I want them for keepers.
Happy to be back and missed you all!
Have some projects coming up that I can’t wait to share!
I am glad I made myself do something I normally wouldn’t do.
I definitely was “out” of my comfort zone.
I swallowed my home-sickness and embraced the experience.
It was a lesson to me about missing out on things because I am afraid to experience them. For whatever reason….maybe I am afraid I am not qualified, afraid I will be homesick, afraid I won’t fit in…….I could go on.
Is there something….maybe not as big as a trip out of the country…..that you are not doing because of fear?
Would you try this?
What are you wanting to experience?
What are you waiting for?
Don’t miss out!
I love hearing from you! I missed you all!
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