Our arrival in Medellin a few days ago was so much more tranquil than Cartagena. The air was softer and smelled sweeter. Very lush surroundings with a peaceful feel to everything. Curvy roads winding up and down the hillsides with a fresh breeze blowing through our windows. The scenery is a lot to process, so much life, so much beauty. Silence. The wind is our only audible companion, our driver is making quick work of our journey. We are now a few thousand feet higher than our starting point…it’s Godlike at this elevation.
Checked into the hostel, we are staying in a nicer part of town…actually it seems to be a quaint little residential neighborhood with a very calm atmosphere. It’s basically the exact opposite of where we stayed in Cartagena…which was an overload for my senses, I realize now it was a bit too much stimuli for me at this point…and with everything I’m going through. Car horns arguing, locals audibly persuading any bystander into purchasing a broad assortment of merchandise, 90 degree temps with matching humidity which beaded up sweat across your brow upon exiting an AC’d room, animals scrimmaging for attention, discotecas audibly marketing themselves, colors screaming from every corner, a plethora of vices to settle any craving and alleys with walls that seemed to sneak closer when your attention was averted…which it always was. Cartagena is absolutely stunning, and there are many parts which went unvisited during our short stay…but this was a bustling city which overwhelmed my capacity to function.
Medellin…tranquility…the essence of relaxation working it
s way into every sense and leaving room for nothing else. This is what I needed, this is the peace my soul craves…Jess is never far from my mind. A thousand times a day some thought pops up, a memory, a feeling a mood…all relating to her. I feel obsessed…not in a creepy way but if this obsession were anything concentrated on any other topic or tangible I would need professional help. She consumes my mind…sometimes it’s a time lapse video playing hundreds of images at lighting speed…a cartoon flip book playing out but the drawings aren’t in order. Today was a day filled with more pleasant thoughts and memories, not her passing…which makes me breathe easier just writing. It’s because of Medellin…I smirk with a glimmer in my eye knowing how immediately attached she would have become to this city…examples of her pleasures peeking out from everywhere. I have seen so many objects, art, decor, natural beauty and instances of her that I know in my heart that my sweet bride is content with my new temporary home.
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