the first time you fall in love
May 21, 2021
I'm strolling down memory lane...
the first time I was in Cartagena was 2007 !!!!
a hot minute ago...
Read the blog I wrote (when I was in my 20's) (read below... unedited)
AND HONESTLY I REMEMBER THE DAY I WROTE THIS ONE...
I was at a internet ... omg what are they called, where you pay to use the computer... well, one of those and the keyboard was missing some buttons, the ones that were there had the letters rubbed off... and to make matters worse, some of the keys in south America don't match the keyboard I knew... so this blog represents far more effort than it looks. I am so grateful I took the time to chart these adventures.
I have had a long-standing love affair with this place. It is why, it was a no brainer for me while planning the first Red Thread Writer's retreat...
I had to bring you HERE, to the land of magical realism.
the world is amazing... had i forgotten...?
life is an amazing adventure... likw typing on theis key board....
you never know what you will get.
i am in cartagena... i am traveling with the guy that i was in love with... we are trying the friend thing and aside from the occassional misunderstanding. things are going really well in that direction.
rather than spending the whole time here... i think he and i will travel the country together... wandering the mountains and the valleys the coastline and the waterfalls... it is nearly as romantic as it sounds... with out the romance... or without the overt romance.
it is hot... of course... the sun burns bright... i look like a crab leopard... where the sun screen missed a few spots... well... a lot of spots...
i walked the city alone for the first time since i have been in colombia... ç
i wasnt sure if it would be different than traveling the streets with a male companion. i didnt know how much protection he offered.
i found a church and sat forever. time stood still and the day melted away. the ouside world melted away... all i could hear was the fluttering of wings and the cooing of pigeoens that danced in the high ceilings... and some where in a distant room maria carie... and other easy listening favorites... a bizzare contrast... and an amusing reminder of something else... that any where ever there was something else.
food has become a reminder of the perfect world. just had lunch... which is turning into the only meal i eat these days.... and the set menu at my favorite place rocks my world. not that it is spectaculare... in any way... really just that it tastes so good... it is like it what made to fit the place... and it was. the satly salsa... pickled stuff... the broth soup that changes my world with each spoonful... and the coconut rice... shredded salad... potatoes... man the world tastes great.
i have found another home. i am examining property... my favorite words are se verde... (for Sale)
i have my heart set on a place... near the hotel we are staying in .... just across from a decrepit park... and down the street from the red light district... half a block from the harbor... with an increadible view of the old city... i dont know the price... and as john pointed out... i can probably afford it cause it has no roof... or windows... and the balcony is a few days from crashing into the street bellow... doomed to crush the fruit and juice sellers perched in its shade.
i will take a picture and next time i can up load pictures... to my blog... you too can see my dream house... maybe we can go in on it together.... if it doesnt fall down before then ...
i am glad that i came.
i will always follow my instincts and have faith in the world.
i was born under a good star.
over and out...
gold star to you....
" i have been to the mountaintop... and i have seen the promised land......!"
life is an amazing adventure... likw typing on theis key board....
you never know what you will get.
i am in cartagena... i am traveling with the guy that i was in love with... we are trying the friend thing and aside from the occassional misunderstanding. things are going really well in that direction.
rather than spending the whole time here... i think he and i will travel the country together... wandering the mountains and the valleys the coastline and the waterfalls... it is nearly as romantic as it sounds... with out the romance... or without the overt romance.
it is hot... of course... the sun burns bright... i look like a crab leopard... where the sun screen missed a few spots... well... a lot of spots...
i walked the city alone for the first time since i have been in colombia... ç
i wasnt sure if it would be different than traveling the streets with a male companion. i didnt know how much protection he offered.
i found a church and sat forever. time stood still and the day melted away. the ouside world melted away... all i could hear was the fluttering of wings and the cooing of pigeoens that danced in the high ceilings... and some where in a distant room maria carie... and other easy listening favorites... a bizzare contrast... and an amusing reminder of something else... that any where ever there was something else.
food has become a reminder of the perfect world. just had lunch... which is turning into the only meal i eat these days.... and the set menu at my favorite place rocks my world. not that it is spectaculare... in any way... really just that it tastes so good... it is like it what made to fit the place... and it was. the satly salsa... pickled stuff... the broth soup that changes my world with each spoonful... and the coconut rice... shredded salad... potatoes... man the world tastes great.
i have found another home. i am examining property... my favorite words are se verde... (for Sale)
i have my heart set on a place... near the hotel we are staying in .... just across from a decrepit park... and down the street from the red light district... half a block from the harbor... with an increadible view of the old city... i dont know the price... and as john pointed out... i can probably afford it cause it has no roof... or windows... and the balcony is a few days from crashing into the street bellow... doomed to crush the fruit and juice sellers perched in its shade.
i will take a picture and next time i can up load pictures... to my blog... you too can see my dream house... maybe we can go in on it together.... if it doesnt fall down before then ...
i am glad that i came.
i will always follow my instincts and have faith in the world.
i was born under a good star.
over and out...
gold star to you....
" i have been to the mountaintop... and i have seen the promised land......!"
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