Christmas in Colombia
Now we have been staying in a friend of a friend’s hostel here in Medellin and have received a super warm welcome. Paul—the owner—basically left the states as I did 5yrs ago and never could move on from Medellin; and I can definitely see why. His business is pretty damn successful and he gets to live in a place that outshines anything I have known in the states. Basically I am seething with jealousy but this is definitely making me wonder if the secret dream I have been harboring of doing the same (opening my own business in Latin America) could be a reality. I just never imagined I would be so into a city in such a short time.
The city has a very impressive city-scape that was largely funded by the drug trade b/c the cocaine dealers needed someway to launder their profits. It is the same exact story in Miami. In fact at one point over 60% of high rise construction in Miami during the 80’s was being built by drug money. OK…so getting back to my point these same high rises all over Medellin are all capped with super pimping Penthouses b/c the drug dealers needed somewhere to live as well. So basically this city has an abundance of properties to rent with rooftop pools, open air staircases, and all the gaudy luxuries one can possibly think of. Paul is lucky enough to actually live in one of these places so our Christmas dinner wound up being about 5 Americans, 5 Colombianas, and a Mexican guy grilling out looking over the mountains and city and drinking plenty of wine and beer.
There really is no way I could have asked for more out of my Christmas…now I only need to figure out how I can come back to this place and make it work…or perhaps I can swing something in Peru. Let it be known the idea of coming back to the states and sitting in a cubicle once again is about as appealing to me as shoving splinters under my fingernails. As ridiculous as this may all sound let me live in La La land for the time being. Either way the idea of traveling the world seems to be disintegrating as I’m feeling a tug to take a shot at making it work in Latin America.
One nice part is that everything seems to have been ironed out between Christie and I. Now I need to figure out how to get them to wake up at a decent hour! Fuck how can they sleep away every damn day when we are abroad?
HO HO…Chirp Chirp…
Tags: Colombia, South America, Travel
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