The last day we spent in the old city of Cartagena. Bea, Kimi, Sofie, and I walked around souvenir shopping. Because I left the next day, it was imperative that I get things for my family. I had already gotten a few things, but I really like supporting local artists and finding gifts my family will find both beautiful and useful. I have such a love for small, beautiful things, and I love giving those things to other people.
These are all pictures borrowed from others (I’ll photocred) because, as I said, my camera unfortunately broke and is going to the doctor when I’m back in Charlotte next week.
The interesting story behind this photo is that we asked a man to take it for us, and he was clearly American. A conversation ensued and I told him I was from Charlotte, NC; his eyes got wide and he told me that though he had recently moved to Texas, he had grown up and spend his entire life in Charlotte. Sometimes it is such a small world. (Most of the following photos are by Kimi).
This is the city (I’m in the bottom center). It was beautiful.
This cathedral had a chamber group playing the most beautiful music. Bea and I fell in love especially, and it gave me such a pain of longing in my chest just to sit down and play my oboe again.
The ride back was 36 hours long, but we slept and I read. I finished Producing Spoilers and began The Archaeology of Knowledge by Foucault.
The hardest part, though, was saying goodbye. I’ll write a very long post on it later, but for now, I’ll just suffice with pictures.
Traveler at the Edge 