The flight was a mess and we got delayed like 3 hours so we left at about 8 instead of 5. I traveled solo to Atlanta and then met with about 25 Elders and 3 sister and flew to Bogota. I barely understand any of the Spanish so far but it is coming back to me slowly. I survive. Went to bed at about 3 am and woke up at about 6:30 am. All is well just trying to figure out whats going on still. It's pretty and the temperature is great. My companion and I seem to get along well. Well all the missionary's get along so far.