San Agustin

This place is paradise.  You watch the sun come up on green rolling mountans, roosters crowing and cows mooing from somewhere below in the lush vegetation, birds chirping and warbling from every direction.  Two blue-green humming birds are chasing eachother among the bouganvilla. They like to rest on the bare branches of the carob tree between fits of jousting. A chesnut horse with a white blaze is happily munching.  Yesterday morning was overcast, bringing out little crested sparrows, a bright red bird with black wings and a shy little pair gold-bellied birds.  The male had a black back anbd head and the female was a softer brownish grey.Warblers of some sort?
So much grows here. Outside our room are coffee plants, apples, bananas, oranges and limes, little lettuces and improble pinapples resting on spikey bushes like jaunty little hats. Never knew they grew like that. Ruffly pink hibiscus, magenta and lavender bouganvilla, wild irises and orchids.  I keep thinking how much my mom would like this place ("I'll be so happy when you're out of Colombia" she said).
So far, not a hint of a coke trafficker or FARC, only wonderfully friendly people, and plenty of other tourists in San agustine: french, dutch, italian, new zealanders- just no other americans!