...Silence.

After waiting 40 minutes for the professor to find an available room, then finally tramping over to the looming cement building next door, the first five minutes of class consisted of a quizzical look on his face (never learned his name) and some searching glances around the small but well-lit room, filled to the gills with 30 students. Faded graffiti on the inside of the classroom door read: "Paramilitaries have invaded our city. Don't doubt that they will kill."

I figured out fairly quickly that I was in the wrong place, but the room was too crowded to leave unobtrusively, so I amused myself by considering the reaction if I were to pack up my things and stomp out in a huff. Both classes had the same name, and I realized after I got home and checked the latest schedules online that the room had been changed for the class I actually wanted to take - civic participation in the countryside.

Hopefully my second class - administration and city politics in Bogota - with another former mayor (I'm going to start a collection - this one was appointed by Mockus when he made his first ill-fated run for president) this afternoon will have a more successful resolution!