We waited in the airport and a plane landed, and we got all excited. But when everyone had left the plane we still hadn't seen them (it was quite easy to see if they were on, since there is not a lot of "monos"/white people here) So we called Marcela who they had been visiting in Bogotá and it turned out they were on the plane arriving 1½ hour later. So much for great planning. Anyways, we hung out in the airport and waited for the next plane, and they were on that one. YES.
My mom and sister cried when they came out and hugged us, it was really crazy to see them again. Alberte is actually taller than me now, what just happened there?
We went back to the house and had something to eat, and got to know eachother a little better. There was just one problem, my parents don't really speak spanish (my dad thinks that he does, and tries which i think is really cool, but really it is a mix of italian, english, danish and spanish, it can be quite funny) and Diana's parents don't speak any enlish, so Diana and I were supposed to translate all the time. It is quite tiring in the long run.
Later that night we went for a walk downtown with a local guide who told us everything about the city center.
Monday we went to Cocunuco which is a place in the hights where we were in hot swimmingpools all day. It was awesome to just lay there and be really low key all day. They had two pools, one with a little smelly green water, but it was really nice because it was really hot. The other was a little more cold, but it had small fish that ate all yor dead skind. It felt really weird, somehow tickeling, but also nice. Even thought it had been cloudy all day we were all very sunburned when we came back. Damnit.
Tuesday we went to Silvia which is a place with a lot of people in traditional clothes, it was a nice expirience. And later we also went to some artesania and had a great time. Miguel and Natalia who were also in Denmark when Diana was living with us joined us and went out to eat with us at night. It was really awesome to be together everyone, but also a little weird since my parents only had one day left with us. Before we went home we saw the religious prcecion that this town is famous for in Semana Santa. To me it was a little to dark and sad, but everyone here really like it.
The last day here with my family we walked around different markeds in Popayán and looked at the city. We had a great lunch with the whole family in the house. Really nice.
Thursday morning we went to the airport really early, and waited to send off my parents to Cartagena, but because of the rain the plane couldn't land here, and they were several hours late. But they catched a plane in the end, and we went home. Somehow empty without a lot of danish people around.
On Friday my throught really started to hurt, and I spent all Saturday sleeping and feeling really sick. Now I'm a little better, and I really hope tomorroow will be even better.
The plane we thought my parent were on.
waiting for a long time in the airport.
The pool with the fish eating you.
My two crazy sisters.