The next morning was our last day on the ride. We planned to ride all morning, a short distance to my family’s farm in Suesca where other friends and family would meet us for a big birthday celebration for my grandpa.
But first: Breakfast!
Many people think of tamales as the “Mexican Christmas” tradition: sweet corn meal and meat wrapped in corn husks and steamed. In Colombia and Venezuela, they’re a bit different: corn meal filled with meat and veggies, wrapped in a banana leaf and boiled. They’re very common in the Capital/Cundinamarca district.
I ordered one with a mug of hot cocoa (yes, I secretly wished it was almond milk, but I didn’t want to be, you know, annoying). In Colombia, it is very common to get a piece of mild cheese to dip into your cocoa.
Another perk of breakfast in Colombia is the abundance of healthy, fresh juices from exotic fruits! On this particular morning we woke up to fresh papaya juice. Isn’t the color beautiful? I think I want a room in my next house to be that color.
After everyone finished and we said gracias to the cooks, my uncle and I walked down the rode to the farm where our horses waited.
We were surrounded by beautiful rolling green hills, bright blue skies, cows, and children on motorbikes. It kind of reminded me of the Shire (not the kids on bikes part, of course!)
Making sure 20 horses and riders were properly saddled, prepared, and happy is a lot of work so while the ranchers tended to the horses, we mingled around the property, glasses of wine in hand and some snacks to occupy us.
My grandpa and his horse Principe:
My cousin Noe is so full of love for everyone he sees!
Before 11 am, we took off in a line waving goodbye to those driving behind us and embarked on the last beautiful leg of this journey. The ride was calm and sunny. Valleys rolled into small mountains and over the peaks, turned back into rolling, green hills.
It was quite possibly the most peaceful I have ever felt. Riding alone at times along the empty country or galloping amongst the other horses. I felt like I was in a western… or maybe it was a British period piece taking place in the English countryside. Whatever it was, I liked it. And I could have been there forever. So picturesque.
When we finally arrived at the farm in Suesca, a band was playing lively music and guests (family members and friends alike) mingled around the grounds. Little cousins took turns riding horses, people danced, drank wine, talked about the ride.
After a delicious lunch (which I was too hungry to snap photos of) we sang happy birthday and danced a little more before clouds rolled in and we all headed back to the city!
It was an extraordinary and beautiful time spent with family and loved ones, doing something that brings my grandpa so much happiness! What a way to ring in your 70th birthday!