We spent the rest of Sunday eating and when we crawled out of bed Monday morning we didn't have far to go to the main plaza. Our little "on the edge" hostel was right around the corner. That little fruit stand had already smiled at me the day before - only a few steps...the bikes stay put.....
We ordered a big mixed fruit shake and talked to a farmer who spoke very well english - he works in the States six month out of the year. The sun smiling her big huge smile at us. Just imagine: A plaza with horses, vender stalls, exotic plants and trees, cobble stone street, colonial style houses, cafes and fruit stands, sunshine....all surrounded by clean air and crisp mountaintops. The farmer was not only surprised, but visibly shocked when he understood, that we cycled our way to this place. He was so impressed he paid for our fruit shakes, shook his head and went on his merry way....
The hours spent in this town were not wasted. Every single person we met was more than friendly which seems to be the default position for Columbians.
