We finally got the energy (?) to hit the road and drive south to Villa de Leyva. We got lost a few times… again, but there was always something really interesting to look at. More waterfalls. Quaint small towns. Etc.
I don’t recall the timing exactly, but it seems like it took us the entire day to get here. We were not disappointed to find a stunning little town set against mountains. More importantly, we found a really good cup of coffee. It’s more difficult than you think – all the good stuff is exported.
Colombians drink something called tinto, which is usually just a strong tiny cup of instant coffee. Con leche just means that they dump the powder into milk. Since this town is geared toward tourism, you can find actual brewed coffee – yes!
This town seems lost in time. Little old ladies knitting in their window, with a few items offered up on the sill. Every house is cob and stucco. We haven’t seen funeral notices… anywhere, really… but here they are plastered all over town like a movie showing.
We were still low on energy, but this place required nothing from us. Stroll a few blocks and then sit on the square for the evening. It feels like vacation.
There is actually a ‘Zona de Camping’ only two blocks from the main square. It’s a perfectly green lawn surrounded by privacy walls and you can go right in and pick your spot. I’m not sure we’ve seen a more perfect camp inside of a town, but we passed on camping for a cheapo hostel once again. We’re too tired to even put the effort into popping the top.
We’ve been beat for quite a while and we can’t figure it out. We’re asking ourselves questions like “have we eaten enough vegetables?” “Is it the altitude?” “Did we get bitten by a tick?”
We are definitely missing our mojo, but will keep looking…