The sign describes how the well came about as a result of digging at the site done by pilgrims centuries ago. The water within the well has been certified to be very pure, and it is used by hundreds of pilgrims from across the world as a religious relic for use in baptisms and sacramental blessings. I ran my hands around the perimeter of the well, and felt honored to have the opportunity to stand where such an important event to the Colombian people had taken place. I stood on the same ground that María Ramos had knelt upon almost half a millennium ago, and I felt a sense of solidarity with the Colombian piety that permeated the place.
Two things really stand out when you’re that high up. The first is the expansive view of the city of Bogotá. When you look down from the mountaintop, the buildings below look like an endless stream of gray lego blocks that stretch to the ends of the Earth, far beyond the limits of what the naked eye can perceive, and right above them you see the clouds, seeming to hang lower than usual in the sky, making a kind of sandwich formation with the rectangular structures below.
Some of my most enjoyable memories of my month in Bogota were the times I spent travelling with my host family, Fernando and Marta. They were all too eager to show off some of the most scenic and historic cultural sites in Colombia, and I was all too eager to indulge them and take as many photos as possible along the way.
I landed in Bogotá in the afternoon on April 2nd, and I took in all the scenery like a baby who was just seeing a television set for the first time.