I really did not mean for that to rhyme. Back in August while in Bogota I met up with my friend Carlos to see a movie at the mall. On the way back I took the first taxi I saw, which is when I met Nestor.

Of the hundreds of taxi’s I have ridden throughout South America, whether in Brazil or Colombia, Nestor was my favorite. He wasn’t nuts like the driver who drove me to the airport in 2008 or such a romantic driver like this guy.

Nestor was just kind. We chatted pleasantly about all sorts of topics like business travelers, how Bogota has changed in the past five years, his family, my family, and more. Even if the ride lasted twenty minutes Nestor was a pleasure to meet and so genuine.

As he dropped me off in my neighborhood, La Candelaria, he invited me to have dinner with him and his family the next day. He wrote his phone number on the back of his business card in case I ever needed any help or had questions.

I thanked Nestor and left the taxi. He waited until I safely entered my hostel and then waved goodbye as he drove off.