I loved Medellin, but needed to tear myself away and explore another city or two in Colombia. I mean, it was a nice city and all, but, really, I was doing nothing there. So, after a week and a half, I headed to Cali, the...
On our first night in Medellin, Poli and I went to one of the concerts for Feria de las Flores. Near the beginning of the night the MC told the crowd to introduce yourself to the others around you. We said hello to a woman...
Feria de las Flores ‐ a Colombian festival of flowers — is a big deal in Medellin, Colombia. Every August the city throws a huge celebration devoted to the beautiful blossoms. For an entire week Paisas, other Colombians, and tourists alike flock to the city...
It wasn't love at first sight. Of course, it rarely is. I arrived in Bogota on a Sunday afternoon, after an 8-hour bus ride from San Gil, and opted for a too-expensive taxi into town. Pointing to one of the recommended hostels in my Lonely Planet, I...
That's not to say that I did absolutely nothing in San Gil, Colombia. Though, yes, most of my time in the town was spent in my pajamas, in my hostel bed, binge watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix. But I did force myself...
After spending too much time on the water between Panama and Colombia, I had no desire to hit the beach while in Colombia. While most travelers traveled from Cartagena to Santa Marta to enjoy the Caribbean, the sun, the water, I wanted to get as...
Cartagena was hot. Too hot. And I was feeling a bit warn down. After five months in Central America I had finally landed in my first and only (for now, at least) stop in South America: Colombia. And I wasn't in love. I was afraid that I...
My sunburnt arm pressed into the wooden deck. My head, propped up with a balled up, wet, pink elephant-print sarong I'd purchased in Thailand. My eyes were closed and I breathed in and out with the waves. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but...