Since we have been in Colombia we have experienced some interesting elevator practices.  When waiting to go up in an elevator it is not uncommon to see people press the down button. In the US we would push “up” because we need to go up right? Not so here, they think they need to tell the elevator where they are. So strange.

We have been trying to make note of driving practices since our car is getting released to us in 4 weeks. There appears to be a barking order. Trucks and big vehicles first, taxis second, privately owned vehicles (POV) as the government has called our car and then pedestrians. We previously blogged about the honking in DC…it is nothing compared to here. On our Calle (street) in front of our house there are two lanes. It is very common for drivers in the right lane to use both the right and the left lanes. You can imagine that this ALWAYS results in a back up because how can two lanes function when one takes over the other? I’m sure there is some marriage illustration in that one.  Anyhow, because of this irrational practice of using both lanes we enjoy an orchestra of car horns while we eat dinner each night. Last night Seth rushed to the window to see if there was an accident because of the horns and quickly reminded himself that it was just the usual and stopped halfway to the window.

It is not uncommon for drivers to go through red lights here. Especially when there is not much traffic…or rather it probably doesn’t matter how much traffic there is. We had a taxi driver the other day that turned left from the far right lane in front of two other lanes of cars in order to get us home more quickly. Luckily at that moment the other lanes were honoring the red light. I haven’t gotten the courage yet to be a backseat driver in a taxi. I know it will come. Especially when I feel like Jackson is at risk without a seat belt.

The fact that we both blogged today tells you that Jackson is FINALLY taking a nap, after multiple attempts this morning. We will have to update you on him next time he sleeps