Since arriving back in Bogotà a few weeks ago, my life has fallen into a gentle routine that can be succinctly summarised as follows:
Breakfast: an arepa from a street vendor, or a 2000 peso (GBP 0.70) tub of chopped fruit, strawberry yoghurt drink and breakfast cereal that I sit eating on the street.
Mornings: The Orphanage.
Lunch: A 5800 peso (GBP 2) menu del dia lunch in one of Bogota's many cheap restaurants. Or 6000 pesos if I feel like pushing the boat out.
Afternoons: studying, gloating at the continuing rises in world commodities (the rising prices of gold, silver and oil over the last few months has unwittingly funded a significant part of my nine month sabbatical), or sitting in a bar in Zona Rosa watching any midweek English or Champions League football on offer.
Evenings/Weekends: spending time with my favourite Colombiana.
Summary: Perfect
