A. discovered a Japanese restaurant not far away from our beloved Yarumo (I had to leave because of the lack of mental space available there; too much noise and not enough place for non‑smokers) sounded like a dream, topped with onigiri and vegetarian okonomiyaki. This proved useful while our perfect Nativo was closed for renovation, and this allowed A. to show off his Japanese skills a bit. ;)

I was walking once, humming shaggy in the street (Thanks L.) on my way to the street market, and somebody was listening to that song at home, windows open, right at the same point in the song I was at. Magic was in the air…

I also changed glasses, twice; quality standards may be very different depending on the people you ask.

A few new people met along the way which path I hope I can come across again… K. and M. didn’t stay very long but made a lasting impression. I. and V. zho hosted me later on too.

The first time we met in France, I missed part of the jokes of F. and other members of the A. family because I didn’t speak a word of Spanish, like this one about the fact Colombia also have sushis: sushicharrón! Yep… :)

I could not abstain going to Mr. Bam Bam, especially after they released their first vegetarian option. Discussions with D. and A. about politics, diverging opinions, sprinkled with perspectives that enrich and complexify the simplistic vision one can have from a country, if only because one does not know much about its history or the diversity of its culture.

Sharing a Colombia–Poland match with the family and trying to keep my origins at bay to enjoy celebration even more was fun, especially if Colombia is winning. :) I now can proudly cheer for Colombia next World Cup, with a bright yellow football jersey.

I ended up changing my plans a bit to meet the family on the coast, but I will have to change them again as the meeting won’t take place… Plans while travelling tend to change a lot, but it’s even more true in Colombia. There has been worse way to learn!

It was also nice to meet A. family, although it didn’t end up quite as I was expecting. He was too busy preparing for his trip to shoot footballers in Moscow (with a camera, I think)…

One of the biggest encounter was surely S., her little devil and the rest of the family, her stories and some futures under hyperactive reconstruction. The trip ended marvellously with A. and J. welcoming me in their tattoo world, and sharing a Temazcal ceremony with us. This lead to quite some beautiful thoughts being spoken out, and a long lasting effect on some of us (beside the immediate heat). This is an experience I would love to live again, probably more than Rape or Chimó; I guess I am more interested in self‑induced experiences than additive based ceremonies. The power of the brain and its influence on physical matter is really fascinating.

The Gold Museum has been waiting for a long time for me to give it a try, but I think I gave this patience back to it, staying almost 7 hours in it, wandering in its huge collection and description of history and culture related to gold. The value we attribute to the material is not nearly as interesting as everything built around it.

And then are Medellín, Necoclí and now Cartagena, although these will be for other articles. Breadcrumbs is still more up to date than this blog. :)