It always feels like I am home when I return to the cool, rainy weather of Bogotá for a couple months each year. For years, this has been part of my yearly cadence that offsets the manic periods when I search, discover and travel to new places. Here in Bogotá though, the obligations of adventure are discarded, and I’d rather read a book and nap while I listen to the rain on the rooftop, warm under a blanket. This year, weeks sped past while I focused on work, naps and exercise.
I had plans to climb the last remaining volcano on my bucket list in Colombia, but there was friction with the scheduling that I took as portent to delay it to another time. Maybe next year.
I ran laps in the park after going to the gym each day, running hard to nowhere.
My daily routines here feel like I am masquerading as a real person, living a conventional life in Bogotá. The locals know I am not, but it’s a fun game to play. I am reminded of the other conventional lives I have mimicked in cities around the world, in each one an experiment in a different time and place. Every experiment exceptional and memorable, with some worthy of repeating.
