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Neighbors

I walked a little slower along the four blocks from where the bus leaves me to where my house tranquilly stands. Usually, I walk quickly, with my head angled down, trying not to make eye contact with the men seated at the various tiendas who howl and beg for my attention. 216 more words

Balconies of the Old Colonial Walled City - Cartagena, Colombia

Cartagena’s old town is a Unesco World Heritage Site.  The alley ways, cobble stones and old buildings with their balconies are beautiful.  You rarely hear good things about Colombia, its all drug cartels, violence and … well thats about it really.   57 more words

Travel

Graffiti culture in Colombia: Cartagena

Last week we had an incredible trip to the Colombian Caribbean Coast, we went to the traditional neighborhood of Getsemani in the colorful Cartagena, while I was walking and admiring the beautiful view I was talking with a Chinese friend of mine about different aspects of our Colombian culture, she pointed out we were always with a big smile on our faces and we were very positive despite the drawbacks we could have, she said me that probably the hardest cultural shock she had with the Colombian culture was the lack of discipline and punctuality, but with the time, she had experienced how that indiscipline was manifested in some creative and unique ways as the graffiti which is spreading more and more in Colombia. 230 more words

Culture

Cartagena

This is my second visit to Cartagena. Cartagena has stood on this site since Roman days when it was known as Carthage. It was a port of some prominence during Roman times and substantial roman ruins are to be seen. 244 more words

Travel

La Turista 4.0: Cartagena de Indias

It’s been a while since my last post, and I have to confess that the Marquezian prose that has so far been displayed on this blog had come at a cost- a slight case of mental fatigue and writers block. 707 more words

These things happen

“Le robaron.” They robbed him, pressed a pistol to his head. My host-sister tells me. Her mother cries. The men in my house are silent, perhaps because it’s Sunday, or perhaps because of the barrio’s current drama. 189 more words