After an amazing 10 days in Colombia, filled with even more adventures than I posted on this blog (can’t put all my business on the internet!), I’m home , but not without a few observations about my time away. In no particular order:
Colombians are overwhelmingly helpful and friendly, even though they speak rapid Spanish with an accent I truly can’t comprehend. Miming works well… gracias a dios for that expensive theatre degree…
Mayonnaise flavored chips are not necessary.
But I do love buying food from someone through a bus window.
Not once in Colombia did anyone ever offer to sell me drugs. Okay, maybe they did, but please refer to my comment about incomprehensible Spanish.
A pay phone is actually a woman with a phone, whom you pay to use. They are everywhere.
Mototaxis are cheap and terrifying as they slide in and out of traffic.
At Casa Ines Maria Castillo I felt like I was the only guest. At just under $100/night, it’s not high end Cartagena, but it’s certainly trying to be. The young staff members opened doors for me, suddenly produced a towel for my afternoon by the pool, and generally made sure my every want and need was attended to. Reminds me why I’m SURE I was meant to be born into a life with staff… sigh.
I am a fan of the happy hour mojito – $3.50
And coffee with a punch.
Juan Valdez is actually a real person, the first farmer to organize what would become a fair trade coffee empire rivaling Starbucks in South America. No word on his donkey.
Technology has made travel so much easier, but because we use our devices for everything, the traditional hostel book exchange has suffered tremendously.
Colombians love their crocs. As a shoe gal, I have no words for this.
Colombian fruit vendors have more types of fruit on their carts than in my local grocery store. And they are all $0.50.
Pedestrians seem to have the right of way, even though there also appear to be no rules of the road. Just launch yourself into the path of oncoming traffic and things will generally go okay.