Manizales, Colombia

Our 5:30 am milk truck ride up the mountain to the base of Los Nevados is a hilarious experience I would certainly not have traded for a later wake up and bus ride.

On this ride, through broken Spanish, we learned many things from our fellow milk truck passengers…

- The man that is driving the truck does not milk cows or live on a fina, he just transports milk

- Papas (potatoes) can only grow in cold climates, but can be on a slope or flan

- As you go up in elevation, trees get smaller

- Those trees (over there) frow 2cm a year

- There is a cascada (waterfall)…there is another one…oh, and another (that insight never seemed to wear)

- This (a Word I didnt understand) is a ___ finca. At which pt, after saying, no entiendo, the truck driver turned around and broke out into sheep bahhh-ing. That was the 2nd thing that CAME out of his mouth in the whole 2 hours…until he also decided to point out the next cascada we passed when the couple previously pointing them out had been dropped off…good thing, because I surely wouldn´t have known unless it was pointed out!

The best part about this was continually relaying these translations to Jane.