I haven’t tried to find other french people since I landed in Garcia Marquez’ land. I left France to meet other people, not to get stuck in a group talking (complaining?) about the next transport’s strike or how our new president is dealing with his last love affair. Above all that, I wasn’t in Colombia to speak French but to practice my spanish por Dios!
I kept in touch with some friends I made during my first travel in Colombia and one of them organized monthly meetings in the city with other people from the country and abroad. A few days after my arrival and still jet-lagged, I decided to go to that CouchSurfing event, meeting point was in a beautiful park in Bogotá called el Parque Nacional (check this out!):
I had some time to wander around the park by myself, enjoying the beautiful weather before my friend came over. He came along with other surfers (without any surfboards but hands full of food and drinks enough to feed an army, the event being a picnic) so it was time to find a nice spot, sit and socialize en español por favor. Everyone sat down and like a bunch of happy hippie, we spent the day chatting, eating, drinking, singing, playing Ultimate (an extreme version of frisbee, of which I became a huge fan. I even bought myself a super nice one to practise, total commitment I tell you) and above all, having a good time.
That day, I met Italians, Colombians, Brazilians, English, Americans and even Swiss people. Then I was introduced to that girl, with whom I instantly felt a connection with. And, of course, she was French.