Cartagena, Day 1

We made the mistake of thinking booking a car two hours in advance of our early morning flight would give us enough time to check in and go through security but after the car showed up 20 minutes late, we realized we were cutting it close.  It wasn’t until we did curbside check-in that we discovered how close–we had just missed check-in close out by three minutes.  The security line was long but, fortunately, not long enough to affect our ability to board on time.  As we waited our turn to board the plane, I noticed Martha Stewart as she got ready to board the plane and whispered to Adam excitedly.  Martha was in the aisle chatting with a friend in coach as we approached our seats and I was tempted to go, “Move out of the way, Martha!”

The flight was surprisingly quick–only 4 1/2 hours, immigration quick as well, and all the luggage had already been unloaded from the plane once we had our passports stamped–easy peasy.  We caught a taxi to the bed & breakfast for which we had reservations and took notice of the heat as we checked into our room.  I was hoping to catch a History of Cartagena lecture that was part of Cartagena’s 1st International Contemporary Biennial opening weekend so we waded through the intense afternoon heat over to the lecture venue, picking up a fruit shake along the way.  Shortly after the lecture started, who should appear but Martha–“she’s stalking us” I joked to Adam.

It was pleasantly cool by the time the lecture ended and we walked down Cartagena’s streets, taking in its simultaneously languid and festive atmosphere.  We stopped off at a cafe for a bite to eat since we had skipped lunch and Adam had a cappuccino and pork sandwich while I ordered a potato and chorizo croquette that was nicely presented.


We made our way over to the historic wall, which reminded me a little of the esplanade in Casco Viejo in Panama City, and then stopped off at an art gallery nearby.  We then grabbed dinner at a Peruvian restaurant and celebrated our first night in Cartagena with pisco sours (not very Colombian I know but our trip to Peru made me a lifetime Peruvian food fan).


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