Getting Lost in Colombia…

…is scary.  Especially when it’s pouring rain and after dark.  Yep, there I was, the American girl walking around Cartagena in the dark.  But we’ll talk about that later (how is that for a cliff hanger?)

It’s easy to just get lost (well, literally) walking around the walled part of the city, which is the old colonial portion, not to mention the prettiest part.

IMG_2987My hotel was right across the square from Torre del Raloj Publico (the Clock Tower).  One travel blogger mentioned that this was a good landmark for helping you when you’re lost.  I stupidly believed her.


That ship is allegedly famous.  I don’t know.



There are lots of fruit stands manned by women in traditional garb, which is really cool.  They’re swatting away bugs, not me.


So I just started walking.  How can that go wrong?  (HA!  I’m 36 years old and still ask stupid questions.)  I walked over to the wall and climbed that sucker.  Here I am feeling like a baller (do the kids still say that?) because I’m climbing stuff, but really, it’s about one story high.


Colombia’s answer to The Great Wall.



These canons are not nearly as cool as the muskets Evan and I shot in South Dakota.


There are all sorts of old school windows cut out of the wall.  So clearly everyone needs a picture in one.


The best way of determining when to eat in Colombia in the summer is when you’re too hot to breathe outside anymore.  Eat lots of seafood when you’re right on the Caribbean (just not from the open air market). 


I wasn’t sure if it would be weird to eat risotto outside of Italy.  It absolutely is not, especially with all the seafood in that piece.


I stopped at a coffee shop afterward for a Café Americano frio (iced coffee is way too difficult to find in such a hot climate) and regretted eating already, as there was a blueberry balsamic grilled cheese on the menu.  Whomever brought that into the world, you have done a great service to humanity.  Thank you for your service, sir.  Also, side note, if you’re ever in Colombia, definitely stop at a Juan Valdez Café, if for no other reason than you’re in Colombia.

A couple more pretty pictures:

And now for the getting lost part.  As daylight was starting to fall, I stopped into a (beautiful) Catholic church that was having mass.  All the doors and windows were open, so it was very welcoming.


Shortly after I came out, I stopped for dinner, and the sun went down fast.  No worries, I thought, because this is a safe part of the city.  I kept looking for the Clock Tower to figure out how to get back (that blogger was a filthy liar) but couldn’t find it.  So I just kept walking.  Right into a big ol’ torrential downpour.  What is the best way to handle this?  Hailing a cab.  The problem with this is that the US Embassy HIGHLY DISCOURAGES U.S. citizens from hailing cabs on the street.  Apparently sometimes they’re murdered, which isn’t what I wanted at that particular moment.  Fortunately I found a hotel (the woman had to come unlock the door…at 9PM…which didn’t seem like a good sign).  This saintly woman called me a cab and explained where I was going.  So I got back to the hotel safely, though dripping wet and with a somewhat broken spirit.

I definitely slayed Colombia.

See you on Wednesday in Australia!






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