After getting what I considered to be roughly one hour of sleep on my multi-leg red eye (the Fitbit declined to give me any credit), I landed in Manizales, Colombia this morning. After taxiing from the lone runway, I disembarked and made my way across the tarmac to the terminal, continuously rotating on my vertical axis to make sure I could soak in the scenery immediately–enough green to give Seattle a run for its money.

After claiming my bag, I was greeted with a white rose (much to my surprise) by a glorious young woman named Eliana, with whom I have been speaking prior to my arrival (2019–what a world we live in).

After having a lovely dinner and going for a little reconnaissance mission to get the lay of the land, I have made the executive decision that an absurdly early bedtime is justified by the circumstances. There’s plenty of time.