This is part 2 of a 2-part series. You can read the first part here.
In the morning, I awoke to birds chirping, people stirring about on the ground floor of the finca, and the gorgeous mountain and valley views I can’t get enough of.
I walked downstairs, and greeted Rodrigo, his parents, and others.
I was immediately offered sandals, but refused, in a hippyesque “life is better barefoot” moment. The morning slowly unwound with fresh Colombian coffee and casual conversation.
I made another circuit around the property, taking photos from every view and angle I could think of.
Only after returning to my apartment in Medellin, did I realize my head was getting a massive dose of solar radiation as a result.
With the cool temperatures, I often lose myself in the moment and forget that the sun is much stronger in Medellin than Washington, DC due to the city’s proximity to the Equator.
I have a hat for such purposes, but early in the morning I don’t think to wear it because in the USA, it wouldn’t normally be a problem.
For breakfast, the same cop who cooked the burgers the night before took the lead on scrambling eggs, heating up arepas, and mixing hot chocolate.
It’s a winning breakfast combination, and while I still have trouble eating the arepas and eggs with my hands (versus using a fork and knife), it’s become normal for me.
The secret to making arepas taste good is lots of butter and/or cheese.
After breakfast, Rodrigo mentioned he would be heading back to Medellin around noon, though I was welcome to stay at the finca all afternoon and go back with his parents.
I appreciated the offer, but opted to return with him so I could get some work done.
I felt sufficiently rested, and despite Copacabana being so close to Medellin, it really does feel a world apart once you’ve gotten away from the traffic, noise, crowds, and pollution.
Upon visiting Rodrigo’s finca in Copacabana, I couldn’t help but feel lucky to have such a good friend.
He’d helped teach me Spanish in 2009, and while we only met up once in 2010, he was still more than happy to invite me away for a weekend.
In parting, he invited me back any time, as his parents go there almost every weekend, as he does as well.
I haven’t gone back yet, but few weekends go by that I don’t think about visiting a finca in Copacabana, or another pueblo for some peace and quiet.
Que mas se puede decir, un paraiso, tal vez muchos soñamos son la isla de la fantasia y su entorno, pues esto es una realidad, hace lei en otro blog como nuestro pais ocupo el segundo lugar entre los destinos mas recomendados para viajar bajo su logo “el unico riesgo es querer quedarse” y que mejor que redondear esta sana publicidad que un blog bilingue como este.