The runway was wicked short and we were coming in with some serious speed.
Once on the ground I met with a few of the hosts.
The young girl over my left shoulder spoke amazing English just like a stateside girl and as it turned out was brought along to be the translator. Ha.
After some high confusion of where is be staying (originally we were in a 5 star hotel, but... Cuss happens) I settled into the new digs.
This is all expenses paid trip, all flights, meals and anything else. The new digs however didn't have a kitchen open and I was a bit taken back bc I was hungry. My Spanish is rusty but is doing the job, so the hosts took me to find some food.
Friday will be a day up and out on the mountain, which I'm very excited for. And as it turns out, I'm highly unprepared as far as clothes go, it's friggin' freezing here! Ha. I also found that I would be racing on Sunday and will be starting at 4am (5 am US time) and will need to have a headlamp for the first 1-1.5 hours of the race... Very excited and this is all very exciting. I'm still shaking my head as this feels very bizarre...
Not the country mountainous view I was hoping for, but the people are awesome and I'm completely appreciative for this opportunity and all the hospitality.
Mountain time, then Shakira time :)