The imaginary train line

Part of moving back to my parent’s home on a temporary basis also means to lose a bit my mobility freedom on a temporary basis.

Traffic in Bogota is close to impossible and although there are plate restrictions controlling how many cars drive daily on the streets, it is a challenge to get to or from work during rush hours. A big change from my 12 minutes subway ride in Toronto. Today my joy of public transit seems so far away.


12 minutes ride!

Yes, Bogota implemented a bus system more than 10 years ago, but the horror stories about the rides will make you (especially the ladies) stay away. Because of that there is no chance (at least for now…I’m keeping my hopes up) of me taking the bus with heels and a laptop. So as much as I love to walk or use public transit, I made peace with getting a ride to the office from my dad.

I know it sounds like I am complaining but I’m not. This is me letting go the fresh morning temperatures that cool down the mind.

For years in Canada I enjoyed the morning walks. Feeling that your face gets colder as you moved through the streets, getting clarity with every step while you become a spectator. Not having the continuous need to look behind you or checking if you are missing something on your purse. Walks are good even if you have to stay tuned to the rhythm of the city.


Walk to the rhythm of the city

Things have been good here too. Both my dad and I get in the car with coffee, listen to the news on the radio; and when traffic is heavier than normal, he suggests to picture an imaginary subway line similar to the one I have in front of my place in Toronto. I think that is sweet. He knows I wouldn’t complain even though I want to have my morning quiet reflections.

Days became weeks and by now I have taken the same ride for months. Interesting enough recently the weather contributed to the family ride, since my brother and sister cannot take their bikes to work with the rain. They are right on the same avenue, so why not?

These days mornings have even more coffee and the occasional tea and orange juice, courtesy of my brother. The news sometimes are just background noise and the discussion about our day is longer. Sometimes I tell them we need to be quiet for a while, they smile because they think it is related to my own “morning reflections” which I really miss. But instead I picture an imaginary train line to understand that is good to share the “cool down” of the mind after so many years.

*Thanks to Antoine Beauvillain for the Featured Image