Here’s a quick recap of my time in Cartagena, Colombia, celebrating what turning 30 feels like.
Daily temperatures are roughly between 95F – 100F everyday with about 75-80% R/H which meant we frequently kept close to bodies of water in the afternoons and ventured out in the evenings when the temps dropped.
In the morning, if we woke up earlier enough for it, we’d ride our bikes to the local street vendors for breakfast then load up on freshly cooked empanadas and arepas before heading back to the house.
The empanadas were good but there was onnneee woman who just made the absolute best.
Other vendors would often try and get us to buy their food and sometimes we would – but we’d always hold out for The Lady with the Empanadas.
The days we woke up late we’d cook breakfast at home, occasionally one of us riding our bike down to the mercado to re-stock the kitchen with fresh fruits and veggies.
And champagne – who the fuck am I kidding.
LOTSSS of champagne.
Breakfast was the only meal we ever made.
The days we spent on a boats, beaches or in pools, we ate fried green plantains, octopus and an array of freshly caught lobsters, squid and shrimp, normally served with sweet coconut rice.
You know those vacations you go on and you feel like all you did was eat?
Get back home feeling bloated as fuck and like you need to hit the gym for 3 weeks straight because you’ve been such an asshole to your stomach, you know those vacations?
Colombia – you ate when you were hungry and you stopped when you weren’t.
It was that simple.
Evenings in Cartagena are made for wadering around.
The homes and buildings are incredibly charming, the food is daily caught and freshly prepared and the population contentedly youthful.
Short cab rides around bring you to the Brooklyn-ish neighborhood of Cartagena, Getsemani.
Except it was much more real than Brooklyn.
These really cool old men playing Domino’s on street corners invited me to come play with them even though I’ve never played Dominos before. They urged me on anyway, agreeing to teach me and I conceded.
When my teammate and I started winning, a nice little crowd formed.
In Getsemani, salsa music spills out of restaurants and clubs, young boys rap and beat-box for a couple dollars, art galleries full of local creations with unbelievable murals invite you in (no pictures please) and young boys stroking guitars gently seranade girls.
Speaking spanish is imperative for navigating Cartagena.
I have a special love for Colombia annnnd several more pictures and videos from my time there but I may just post them on my Instagram so I can get back to the business of this here blog ❤
Wearing Charlie by MZ bikinis, Fashion Nova white off-shoulder two-piece, H&M floral dress, Adidas slippers and boutique body chain jewelry.