BSA in Colombia

I always thought South America equals sun.
That is wrong. At least in August.
We arrived in Bogota on the 28st of July and were freezing off our asses.
I was wearing a shirt, a longsleeve, a fleece and a jacket and I was still freezing.
Other thing was that as soon that we arrived in Colombia, BSA kicked in. BSA is a common disease around backpackers. It's short for Backpack Seperation Anxiety.
And it's widely spread, especially in Colombia.
So after 2 days in Bogota, we took the flight to Guayaquil in Ecuador... We heard Guayaquil could be kinda sketchy, so we accepted the offer from the spanish school that they are sending a driver to Guayaquil who is gonna pick us up.

We came to Ecuador with the intention to learn spanish. Because we don't speak spanish. The driver did speak spanish, but no english. So we were in the car for 2,5 hours with him and he did the best thing he could actually do: talk. A lot. In spanish.
It was good fun, even though we didn't understand a word. Besides "si".

We arrived in Montañita and at the cabañas and it's great. Besides that there is no sun. at all. Instead we have a lot of mosquitos.
The town is filled with hippies from all over the world trying to find peace of mind while smoking herbs and braiding hair, while we tried our best with surfing.
Our knees are multicolored and the lips are chapped from the salt. But I love it.
Our surf instructor is probably depressed since our trying is pathetic and no success in sight, but next week we will try again until it finally looks good...

Now we can just hope for sun and that we won't look like seals from below since I heard sharks dig them. Cross your fingers.