Remember when I wrote my love poem to the bus?  Well like all love affairs sometimes there are a few bumps in the road.  A few days ago we decided to go to Bucaramanga for the afternoon.  I’d like to say that this turned out to be a fun day trip, but it what it really turned out to be was a “Seriously, when the adoption books say ‘keep things low-key for your kid or they’ll freak out and you’ll regret it’ they mean it” lesson.  The buseta ride from Lebrija to Bucaramanga is windy, fun, bumpy, trafficky and way too long when there is bridge construction, which of course there was.  Elian spent the whole ride alternating between excited and terrified. Needless to say this did not lead to either a fun outing or a fun night at home for us.  The pictures came out fun though. There is something about the rad 90′s turquoise/geometric pattern of the bus that lends itself to silly photos.

Elian tries on Arnold's glasses. Bump. Bump. Blurry Photo.

Self-Portrait on the Buseta. Slowly-realizing this was BAAD idea.

Carmen holds down the front of the Buseta

Um, Elian, you have to sleep UNDER the mosquito nets. If you think we woke up our raging toddler though you thought WRONG! That's why you always have a backup mosquito net lying around somewhere, right?