Won't soon forget this day

Today I wanted to write about what a great day it was- about all the great stuff we went and did and how much we enjoyed our last day as a family of 2. Don't get me wrong I did enjoy the day -until I didn't. I have been overwhelmed by a feeling of good luck lately. This evening the scales were balanced a bit.
The day started early because as usual big life events are providing a challenge to a good nights sleep for me. We had our breakfast and then just layed around for a while. Our Norwegian friends got a little setback when the man who was supposed to sign their son's travel visa called in sick leaving no one to sign it. Did I mention they had a flight home at 6pm? I assume it all worked out though as they as are no longer here. Whew!
We went for a walk, dodging cars and motorcyles on the way, to the cell phone place to pick up our phones. Yesterday we left them there to get unlocked and bought new SIM cards so we can use them locally. A very nice guy named Alex helped us. People here are super nice so far. Alex couldn't get the time set right but hey, who cares, doesn't really matter, right?
In the afternoon we went to La Candelaria, the old historic center and the oldest part of Bogota. It is postcard pretty with narrow cobbled streets and colorful buildings with terraces and ironically lots of beautiful but not obtrusive grafiti. We had lunch in a crusty old place (370 yrs old) where we ate a couple nice chicken tamales complete with chunks of pork fat (mmm) and something called a cholcolate santafereno: hot chocolate with cheese and local bread. All sounds good right? just wait..
We grabbed a cab home because it was getting close to dinner time at the hotel. There is a great view from a road circling the city. It sits high above the valley floor and you can see for miles. The skies here always seem to be filled with huge billowing clouds of varying colors. Anyway,
our cabbie stopped at a light right near our hotel and we sat there for a few seconds before we decided it was close enough that we could just hop out there. I was on the passenger side next to the curb so I swung the door open to get out and WHAM!! a guy on a motorcycle slammed into the door and fell over onto the sidewalk, his motorcycle on top of him. I scrambled out to see if I could help him. The motorcycle had his foot pinned against the curb and some guy helped me lift it off him. He just laid there writhing in pain. I felt like the biggest idiot in the world. As a cyclist I live in mortal fear of being "doored" by some thoughless schmuck who didn't look before opening a cab door. Now here I was that same IDIOT!! Nevermind that he never should have been going on that side so fast up to a red light. This is Bogota and I had been warned to look both ways on every street, every time. A crowd gathered and we tried to see what we could do. Someone ran and got him some water. Hilary propped his head up with our bag. The Policia were called. He could not get up but the Police made him stay there either way until an ambulance came. All the while I stood there unable to help and wanting to crawl into a hole. My Spanish sucks so I couldn't even go say I was sufficiently sorry. He started shaking because I assume he was in shock. He was talking though and seemed like he would be ok other than probably a broken foot. His buddy came on his motorcycle and gave him his jacket and then the ambulance carted him off. The Police asked us to stay around a bit and I tried to answer their questions as best as I could. They may call us? I didn't totally follow the exchange but I hope its over for now. I just feel so bad for that guy. I hope he's ok. His friend was very nice and let me off the hook with some of my guilt. I offered the strongest apology I could and we ended up chatting a bit. He said it was just an accident and that it happens. Then he gave us unsolicited advise on sights to see in Bogota?! Funny huh? Like I said before they are very nice people here.
The kicker is that just when we got to the hotel they rang the dinner bell. It was an hour earlier than my phone said. WE NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE BECAUSE WE RUSHED BACK FROM LA CANDELARIA TOO EARLY!!!! That poor bastard would never have been near my wanton cab door assault! Ah Jeez. What a drag. Like I said earlier my luck runneth out tonight.
So now I'm sitting here and I thank you all for humoring me and listening to my sad tale of whoa. Tomorrow is the big day. 12 hours from now we meet our daughter Mariana and everything will be great. The diaper bag is packed. Our nice clothes are laid out. The sleeping pills have been popped. Goodnight couplehood.