My new home is magical. It’s chaotic. It’s musical. It’s messy. It’s delicious. It’s noisy. It’s muy caliente. It pulses with a rhythm completely foreign to me, and I’m not just talking about salsa.
Cartagena is unlike any place I’ve ever been, but I don’t feel alienated or uncomfortable. Quite the opposite: I feel like the city has welcomed me with open arms and un fuerte abrazo. It’s also highly likely that I’m going to gain forty pounds over the next two months.
I live with a family of four in a house that is full of love. Make that a family of five, if we include Lua the Siberian husky pup. Lua and I have a lot in common. We are both constructed from genes intended for much colder climates. We both have blue eyes. We are both sweating and floundering in the heat like fish out of water. We both should be outsiders here, though somehow it doesn’t feel like that is the case.
I study Spanish five days a week in a colorful school building teeming with Swiss people escaping the cold. Not only will I be learning heaps of Spanish, but apparently Swiss German as well. Chuchichäschtli!
When I’m not wrestling with el subjuntivo, you can find me relaxing on the beach, sipping jugo de lulo, or passed out on the side of the road from heat exhaustion and/or sun poisoning.
Much more to come regarding my experiences in “The Door of the Americas”. Enjoy some photos for now!