I got into Medellin on Tuesday, after leaving Brazil on Sunday night (More on that in a later wrap-up Brazil post).
Like almost every place you’ve ever been and then go back to, of course it’s different than you remember. I returned to the restaurant where I had taken the perfect photo of the Medellin skyline lit up at night (that I’ve looked at every day for years as my computer background), only to find the view obscured by new high rises built right next door. I’ve gotten to see a few great friends while I’ve been here, but also learned how many friends are currently living abroad. The bustling streets of the Centro overwhelm me, and I can hardly remember how I managed to navigate this city with my lack of internal compass. And sadly, my Paisa Spanish is long gone, when I open mouth all that tumbles out is awkwardly pronounced Spanish, or just plain Portuguese (Ironic, considering in Brazil it seemed that only Spanish words wanted to come out).
But peering out the window on the metro as the city flew by it all seemed very familiar, and I felt very tranquila.
Medellin will always be my first Latin American home.
Now Carybeth and I are off to the land of Shakira (Barranquilla), Parque Tayrona, and Cartagena to soak up some sun. Fingers crossed that the out of control rain that has been sweeping the country takes a little rest (I’m sure it’s exhausted) for our viaje.