So, the flight to Cartagena exceeded all expectations. I tried separating my liquids and took out my laptop--but the screen technician could see the computer inside the bag--so there was no need. Amazing!
Once we touched down in this wonderful city, all color faded from Jen's complexion, as she looked at all the condensation flowing from the air vents. The billowing white steam looked like smoke, but, as we found out a minute later, Cartagena is like the armpit of Hell--hot and humid.
Once we gathered our luggage, we were off to explore the city, but, first, we met our most amazing host--Rosalia, who greeted us with a sign--"Welcome TGC Teachers." She introduced us to three of her amazing proteges--former high school students now studying in the university--and Alli Spring, her US Peace Corps Volunteer wonder woman. We met up with Alli a couple hours after we settled in the Hampton by Hilton (Boca Grande), and she provided us with the itinerary for our week. More importantly, though, she served as our cultural and educational liaison, preparing us for the week to come. I cannot begin to tell you how this meeting eased my nerves.
At the end of the day, John, Jen, and I walked the wall of the Centro--and then pulled up seats at the Cafe del Mar to watch the sun, a sapphire kissed with vermilion, sink slowly beneath the horizon.
Welcome to the Caribbean!
Once we touched down in this wonderful city, all color faded from Jen's complexion, as she looked at all the condensation flowing from the air vents. The billowing white steam looked like smoke, but, as we found out a minute later, Cartagena is like the armpit of Hell--hot and humid.
Once we gathered our luggage, we were off to explore the city, but, first, we met our most amazing host--Rosalia, who greeted us with a sign--"Welcome TGC Teachers." She introduced us to three of her amazing proteges--former high school students now studying in the university--and Alli Spring, her US Peace Corps Volunteer wonder woman. We met up with Alli a couple hours after we settled in the Hampton by Hilton (Boca Grande), and she provided us with the itinerary for our week. More importantly, though, she served as our cultural and educational liaison, preparing us for the week to come. I cannot begin to tell you how this meeting eased my nerves.
At the end of the day, John, Jen, and I walked the wall of the Centro--and then pulled up seats at the Cafe del Mar to watch the sun, a sapphire kissed with vermilion, sink slowly beneath the horizon.
Welcome to the Caribbean!