So
much for traveling alone! Apart from one moment of realization of my
solitude that hit me my first day, I've hardly had the chance to feel
lonely. Only 3 days in to my trip and I've connected with some truly
beautiful, inspirational people!
It
all started with a simple visit to the tourist office shortly after
arriving. Since I was the only 'tourist' there and the office was
delightfully air-conditioned, (ok maybe I wanted some company too) I
struck up conversation with the guides. Upon mentioning that I had plans
to volunteer in a neighboring city, Gustavo said that he knew an
American who ran a volunteer organization in Cartagena.
Before
I knew it he had called her up and was arranging for us to meet! Well
of course I obliged and the next day I found myself enjoying a café con
leche (frío!!) with Berit, an absolute angel. Berit and her husband
started an organization about 7 years ago through which they support
local non-profits that serve the poor in this area. Specifically they
plug people wanting to volunteer in with the connections they have here.
Before moving to Cartagena, they both were very successful
professionals in the tech industry, but gave all that up to serve. And
they are so happy to do it!
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| Agua: bottle or bag? Yasmina demonstrates. |
So
being who she is, Berit naturally thought of some locals to connect
me with! A couple days later, we met Nelly and Yasmina: 2 delightful costeñas that
have taken it upon themselves to welcome me to their country! By the end
of our lunch they had arranged for me to spend time with both of their
families for Semana Santa. So next week will be house-hopping my way up the coast! All this for wandering into a tourist
office...
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Apart
from these little 'citas' with new friends, I've been keeping busy
soaking in the slow and sweet Caribbean vibe, strolling the charming,
bougainvillea-draped streets, and sipping icy jugos of fruit I've never
even heard of-A delight for the palate (:
Cartagena
is a UNESCO Worldwide Heritage site, for its beautifully preserved
walls and colonial architecture, echoing back to a time when the Spanish
colonizers had to protect their prize port from the likes of pillagers
such as Sir Francis Drake.
Nowadays
the walls form a protected tourist safe haven; strolling around at
night here is very safe, in fact the streets come even more alive when
the oppressive sun slips away! There are vendors selling almost unbelievably vibrant fresh
fruit, juices and sweets. There even some that whack open a coconut and hand
it to you with a straw! (coco loco)
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| Selling their fruit, I´m not sure the reason for the frown face... |
There
is a continuous sound track of salsa or vallenato, punctuated with
gregarious car horns (I've yet to gain fluency in this second official
language) and vendors shouting out lottery numbers or the simple
'pescao!' (Fresh fish in buckets if ice).
What a difference from the quiet, snowy streets of Boston!
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| Cafe Lunatico: crazy is cool! |
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| Fort San Sebastian |
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| After a free chess lesson from a local maestro. The old guys sit around in plazas in the evenings and play some intense matches, with audiences looking on. |
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| Inside the Convent of San Pedro Clavel. He was know as the ´Slave of the slaves´as he dedicated his life in cartagena to serving the slaves brought over from Africa. Humbling experience. |
