When the sign behind the reception desk says breakfast is from 7am until 11am, you would think that at 7.20 I would be able to get something to eat. No. The problem is hostels where the occupants generally are not people that get up early is that the breakfast time seems to move back to suit them. At least I managed to find a banana.
I had agreed to meet Guilia at the fountain in the centre of the town’s main square at 10. Unfortunately, when I got there I found that the council had already started blocking off access to the square for the kite festival that starts tomorrow. So where’s the next most logically place to meet someone where they will be able to find you without getting to communicate the change with them? The steps of the church.
Most of the day we just walked around the town, nothing too exciting to mention. Villa de Leyva is a lovely little town at the base of a few mountains, with cobblestone streets and cute architecture. This coming weekend they are holding a kite festival. If nothing else, I would have loved to stay just for the comedic value. The area in the square they’ve blocked off is big, but not big enough for the entire town to stand in and all fly their kites at the same time. Combine that with all the women here wearing high heels everywhere and everyone looking up at their kites and not looking where they are walking on the large cobble stones; I imagine it would be quite funny to watch!
In the afternoon we decided to go horse riding J 2 and a half hours of walking in the outskirts of the town and then to some clear lakes and an awesomely designed “house”. Our guide wasn’t great; actually he barely said anything to us at all during the whole activity, so I can’t tell you anything factual about the things we saw. The “house” is made completely from clay I think. It looks like something Willy Wonka would make, except inedible. It was amazing to walk through; curved walls and ceiling, stairs to random rooms, built in shelving and seats and beds…. I don’t think the photos show how awesome it was.
Today’s learning: I can ride a horse but cannot steer it. Either my horse was drunk and stumbling from one side of the path to the other, or I’m just useless.