I expected Colombia to be a tropical wilderness. I was anticipating run-ins with a few guerrillas and many gorillas. I thought we would fear for our safety. I imagined that we would be roughing it in the third world. Now, while this might be an accurate description of other cities within the country, Cartagena happened to be a gem immune to the aforementioned descriptions. The city is all charm.
Narrow cobbled streets that without fail lead you to a square more intricately decorated than the last. The streets are all tightly hugged by tall row houses all of which are painted bright, vibrant and contrasting colors. Their balconies are all adorned with a plethora of potted plants that spill their long vines into the city street causing a very welcome sun curtain along the sidewalk. Each corner turn brought with it a visual overload more dramatic than the last.
My love affair with the city intensified after my first meal. “Love” is most definitely an ingredient listed on all recipes. It was that magical component that resonated with every spoonful of coconut pie, every sip of the Lulo juice and every bite of the arepas. I already posted about my favorite foods and I don’t want to bore you with redundancy so lets move on to my next favorite thing about the city…the people.
Oh, those folks. All so friendly. And not creepy friendly, truly friendly. Sure I could do without the up and down from every male vendor, but this was overshadowed by their genuine friendliness. The impromptu dance sessions to caliente music during every cab ride ended up becoming some of my best memories from the city. Constant laughter and lots of hugs.
Cartagena, I can’t wait to see you again.
