Park City, Salt Lake City, Dallas, Miami…..the stateside 4 AM start to the day ended with a 10:30 PM arrival in Cali, Colombia. The long day of flights held an overtone of sickly tired indifference with joyful beams of happiness escaping our eyes. Through exhaustion, we reached for the excitement of being in the beautiful countryside of Colombia. As we zealously attempted conversation in Spanish with our driver, he whisked us from the airport to Roldanillo. The mere 3 hour night drive further gave way to peering through the darkness at the nearly deserted highway, taking in the abundance of stars, and imagining what must fill the unseen landscape. These wistful moments of pure deliriousness were often interrupted by the jolting vehicle changing course to avoid farm animals, lightless overloaded motorbikes, and sluggish sugar cane transport trucks that pulled containers the lengths of some trains. Finally arriving in Roldanillo we were warmly greeted by the driver's family at his local restaurant, as we realized he was unsure where we would be sleeping for the night. Not having been communicated the whereabouts of our destination (and being the hour of the night), our loss of words were profound. Finding the optimism in the situation, we settled on completing the somehow challenging task of withdrawing necessary monetary funds from the nearby ATM. Just as the ATM decided to work properly so did the driver recall the whereabouts of our living quarters for the week.