The Case of the Missing Underwear

For those of you who have been worried about our safety while living in Colombia, we have a story. If you’ve read our posting about going to Dan’s place last weekend, you know that we took taxis to get up the mountain. Heather and I wore swimsuits under our clothes, hoping that we would get to swim. Therefore, we also brought a bag with a change of clothes. When we got out of the taxi, we forgot to take our clothes. We realized this just about the same time we realized that we were dropped off at the wrong toll booth. By that time, however, our taxi was long gone.

When we got home, we (actually, a Spanish-speaking friend) called the taxi company. Being a weekend, followed by a holiday, they were unable to track done the driver. Each taxi has 2 drivers – one for the day and one for night. The night driver looked and the bag of clothes was gone, so we resigned ourselves to the fact that someone had taken our clothes.

Then, yesterday, I happened to be talking to Nicole on the phone. It was at Nicole’s apartment that we had picked up the taxis to go up the mountain. Lo and behold, Nicole said that the taxi driver had personally brought our bag of clothes back to her apartment!

So I’m not going to claim that Colombia is completely safe. But, many people here are at least as friendly as people are any where else in the world!