Oh I had so many fond memories of Colombia – having been robbed twice and being held up by soldiers and separated from the men as they were body searched.
How could Colombia ever be, well hum drum, with those memories in mind?
It was the perfect place to try out solo traveling with my teen before we met the rest of the blended family in Peru. I researched and researched and thought I had found THEE PLACE – a tiny gem of a town called Jardin. It was on the travelling radar but not big time so we should be able to find a great mix of local people and a few tourist amenities.
We landed very late in Medellin and fortunately found a man to join us in our taxi on our way to the hotel. So far all is good. We head to the bus station the next morning and we take the bus through some amazing mountain scenery on the way to our oasis, Jardin. We arrive and yes, it is sweet, it is cute, it is darling and we find a room overlooking the main plaza. Well Colombians are not so quiet so neither was our room on the plaza. We quickly decided that the benefit of the view was overtaken by our lack of sleep. We moved further from the plaza and joined a woman in her home where we were the only people staying.
Well, Jardin is small and I have a teen with me. After puttering around the town, finding our local bakery and pizzeria, going up the mountain in a gondola, we are left with a bit of free time as we wait for Saturday night to roll around. You see Jardin is famous for its cowboys who ride their horses into town; hitch them up and then drink in the plaza. However, the downside was that this actually happens every night of the week so by the time Saturday rolled around, my teen was kind of “been there, done that”. My response was that we should hang out in the plaza and spend quality time together watching people and eating the local snacks.
Okay… this was where the break down began…. apparently this was not a thrill a moment according to my teen as she ventured off alone back to her room to read; which she is known to do for hours on end.
Alone in the plaza, I was wishing that I had dragged Chris to Colombia who together, we have mastered the art of people watching and are content to do it for hours.
I learned that travel too is different strokes for different folks.
Upon flying to Peru to meet up with the other part of our family, my teen returned to life as she biked down mountain curves, hiked Machu Picchu, swam in jungle rivers, bathed in hot springs, sand boarded down sand dunes and even swung from a jungle vine.
Apparently, I was informed, that this is what teens want 🙂