I have been blessed to find a home at the Viñedo de Puntalarga, a beautiful vineyard on a hilltop that has incredible panoramic views of the Valle del Sol (Valley of the Sun) which is in the Boyacá Region of Colombia, about 4 hours from northeast of Bogotá. I’m living on a VINEYARD! How cool is that? And even more so, the family that has taken me in is remarkable.
|Panoramic of the Valle del Sol|
The Doctor has shared life with sweet Sandra – whom the Doctor calls Sandrita for over 20 years here at the vineyard. (Observation: Using dimimuatives is quite common: “Diana” becomes “Dianita” or “Little Diana”, “copa” becomes “copita” or “little glass” even “momento” becomes “momentito” or “little moment”.) Sandra is soft-spoken but uses her words wisely and timely. She is also well-respected by the girls that work at the vineyard in the tasting room and seems to be a confidant to many. I look forward to getting to know her better in the weeks to come.
They are the parents of Marion vid Fiorella (“Marion vine Flower”). The Doctor often calls her by her full name. Other times she is just “Princesa”. Or sometimes she is called “Princesita Marion vid Fiorella, mi amor” for short. Marion might be the coolest 15-year-old this side of the Mississippi. There were hints of this early on but my hunch was confirmed over coffee one day in Duitama when we started to talk about music. I thought it might be a good topic of conversation considering she was wearing a Beatles shirt. Sure enough. This chick likes Oasis, Pearl Jam and others that I don’t recall but remember thinking she has great taste in music. AND, she uses Spotify… the best app around (in my humble opinion) for music streaming. I have challenged her to the “Top 40 Challenge” (see blogpost “The Joy of Sharing Music”) and anxiously await what she comes up with.
In addition to this sweet family, I’ve also become friends with a couple of the girls who work here. I’ve commented multiple times about the incredible staff they have at the vineyard. There are some seriously awesome chicas here. So far, I’ve gotten to know two pretty well.
A few days after arriving, Diana introduced herself in English and told me she would love to practice with me, a common request. However, she has a little more motivation as she is studying modern languages at a nearby university. So I practice my Spanish with her and she corrects me. And vice-versa. Diana has also taken up rock-climbing this year, something her boyfriend Eduardo has taught her. This Monday (a holiday) she invited me to join Eduardo and some friends to climb in nearby Gameza. It was a spectacular day and it felt great to be out on the rock.
The routes were definitely a challenge, including some slight overhangs which I have never successfully attempted before. Although “successful” could be defined in different ways, I did manage to make it to the top of both routes I attempted.
With tired arms and aching hands, I was happy to spend the rest of the day watching some crazy and talented and crazy-talented climbers take to the wall.
|Admiring the talent|
|My Climbing Buddy and Language Practice Friend, Diana|
And then there is Laura. I met Laura on a Sunday morning. I had intentions of asking about church recommendations the day before but never did. When Laura arrived, I immediately noted that her phone cover said “YO ❤️ Jesus”. Then she mentioned something about church. I asked if she went to church. She asked if I was a Christian. I said yes. She stuck out her hand to shake mine and said she was too. Laura is one of the fastest Spanish-speakers I have encountered and at first I thought that it might be a tough challenge to overcome. However, somehow, I manage to catch most of what she is saying. And to accompany her mile-a-minute talking is her energy. This girl is finishing up her college degree, works on the weekends, is super involved in her church: teaching Sunday school, participating in a small group and leading another small group – see “Day 5”, and is a major provider for her family. I can barely keep up, but enjoy trying.
|I've got my soccer jersey. I think that means I'm officially Colombian.|
So those are a few of the key people in my life so far here at the vineyard. But in terms of experiences, the overarching theme seems to be “just roll with it”. Consider the following examples:
Day 0, 7pm: I’m freshly showered (my first hot shower in over a month!) after the 28-hour journey from Cartagena. I meet the Doctor for the first time. After some basic introductions and niceties, I ask him what exactly he has in mind for me during my time here at Viñedo de Puntalarga. He explains that each year they have a month long wine festival during December and he is hoping that I can help plan the wine festival. And maybe I can help some with the marketing of the vineyard. And maybe I could translate the website (www.marquesdepuntalarga.com) into English. Well, this isn’t quite the “working with tourists” box I checked on the workaway form, but I like wine and I like event planning. I think I’ll just roll with it.
Day 2, 4pm: Gerardo, my fellow party planner, says to me “Vamos!” (“Let’s go!”) I ask “Where to?” He says we are going to Sogamoso, the nearest town about 15 minutes away. I ask why. He says to meet someone. Ok. I had not anticipated this mid-afternoon field trip, right about the time when I was about to “punch the time clock.” Did I miss something? The answer: most likely. My Spanish suffices in almost every situation and I’ve become an expert on picking up context clues, reading body language to determine how to respond to an exchange that I may not understand, as well as carefully watching people’s mouths as they talk to better understand – which makes talking in a car or on the phone very challenging for me. But still, I know that there are some important pieces of information that I miss out on. Often times I find myself replaying an exchange over and over in my head to figure out what I missed and sometimes it will hit me in the middle of the night or the next day – and I laugh at my mistake and I’m grateful for the patience of the polite Colombians for the slow Gringa. (Observation: People are VERY polite. Everyone responds to other people with “Si, Señor” or “Si, Señora” and often multiple times in rapid succession: “Si, Señor. Si, Señor. Si, Señor.”) Anyway… I get in the car with El Doctor and Gerardo and we go to Sogamoso to run some errands and then sit down at the Doctor’s favorite restaurant, Gula y Lujuria, to discuss details of the upcoming festival. We didn’t meet anyone. Just roll with it.
Day 3, 2pm: It’s another one of those “everyone get in the car quick and go” situations. I think I ask where and why but this is the last time that I’ll ask this. Again, it’s the Doctor, Gerardo and Marion. This time our destination is Duitama, 15 minutes in the opposite direction of Sogamoso, to run a few errands and enjoy some lunch. (Observation: Lunch is the main meal of the day. As a result, dinner is either small or non-existent. Not too worry. I’m quite sure I’ll weigh in a few pounds more than when I arrived.) We walk into a restaurant and immediately go to where a hostess counter might be in the US and instead find an oven where huge hunks of meat have been roasting all day. The Butcher and the Doctor have an exchange of which I miss most of. Next thing I know, the Butcher is cutting off big hunks of meat that could surely pass for the USDA standards of your daily meat allowance. The Doctor, Gerardo and Marion each choose a piece. I follow suit and enjoy a delicious piece of meat that was either pork or lamb. The Doctor nods in approval and we are seated to enjoy our lunch. I thought what we just ate could suffice for lunch but I’m taught that this is what is called “degustacion” or the taste test. You are served a “sample” size of meat to determine if it is up to your standards before you decide to enjoy a meal at this particular establishment. Just rolling with it.
Day 5, 4pm: My friend Laura had invited me to attend a small group of sorts that meets to pray on Monday evenings. At 2pm, Laura tells me to meet at her house at 4:30 pm. At 3:30 she texts me to tell me to meet her now but it takes me about a half an hour of texting back and forth to figure out that she means she is ready to go now and not at 4:30. We meet down the hill from the vineyard and get a ride with a friend of hers to Duitama. Before the small group, Laura has the apparent task of selling mushrooms (the kind you buy in the grocery store) produced by her brother’s girlfriend whom we’ve just gotten a ride with. She hands me a bag of about 8 cartons of mushrooms and we proceed to walk around to a few different restaurants and grocery stores she seems to have connections with and in a matter of 15 minutes, the mushrooms are all sold. We have time to grab a couple of empanadas at her favorite empanada place in town before meeting up with the small group.
|Sharing the Love of Jesus with a stray dog on the "quad". |
I don't usually touch stray dogs but he didn't give me a choice.
Day 6, 8:30am: This is the time set each day to join the Doctor and Sandra for breakfast. By the way – food is delicious and often cooked in the European-style. And the Doctor is also the Chef. After a couple of decades spent living in Germany, Switzerland and Italy, he’s mastered the art of European cooking. And for that I am very grateful. But there are some occasional twists. One morning I was served a large slice of avocado with a large sardine resting where the pit should be and garnished with diced tomatoes, green onions and well-seasoned with salt, pepper and olive oil. I’ve never had a sardine. I’m rolling with it. And it’s delish. But there is no time for fish and avocados this morning. The Doctor tells me I must eat quickly as there is a meeting taking place in Duitama about a topic that he believes I would take some interest in. No more details are provided. Just roll with it. I join he and Sandra for a meeting put on by the Dutch Organization called PUM – or Netherlands Senior Experts. The meeting consists of a crash course in effective business and marketing practices. My notes consist of taking pictures on my phone of the rather informative PowerPoint slides that are presented very quickly. This is followed by a kind Dutch man named Cornelius explaining how the Dutch don’t have many natural resources but they have "know-how" and a bunch of retirees who were bugging their spouses and had spent too much time on the golf course. These retirees got together to find something else to do. Result: send retirees with over 30 years of experience to developing countries, partner with a business in this developing country to provide “know how” for a particular area of development that the hopeful entrepreneur may be facing a challenge with. The retiree donates 2 weeks of their time offering potential solutions for this particular challenge in exchange for a place to sleep and meals. I’m telling you… this program is brilliant. Any retirees from the U.S. (possibly my 5-days retired father?) willing to replicate or partner with the Dutch? Check out www.pum.nl. The Dutch know how to roll.
To be clear, I don’t want to give you the impression that I’m stressed out by these unexpected events. Instead, I find myself shaking my head in wonder at how I ended up in this position. I’ve found a beautiful setting that reminds me a lot of the Vail Valley in early-September (I’ve named the Valley of the Sun, the Land of Eternal Fall – as they tell me the seasons never change). Every person I’ve met has been kind and wonderful and welcoming. And again, the Lord continues to provide for me every step of the way, and in ways that I could never have fathomed or planned myself. I’m thankful to be experiencing what an incredible adventure it is to walk by faith. In other words, I’m thankful to be rolling with it.