Aura Boulton, from Venezuela, a surfer, environmentalist, lover of life, and passionate for change in our quick and easy fast pace way of living. Her mother Aurita Siso, now living in Colombia in a small but beautiful apartment overlooking the harbor in Cartagena. Aura spent the Christmas and New Year holiday’s at her mom’s with her sister Claudia and nephew Alex. She asked me to come and visit in the new year and see what is was like in Colombia. I had never been or even ever thought of going. I only new of a little short history and some good coffee of the place, and other sorts of things better not to mention.
Always wanting more surf adventure, yet the cultural depth interest a little more flavor in my life of culture, history, and good family experience. I was on a plane a couple weeks later and being taxied to the town center where we stayed for the first night. Entering into the city along the ocean was an old fortified wall. Couples were sitting within the window’s of it looking out at the sun setting. The town was lively and very much so in new year’s celebration. We stayed up in a room directly across from the old clock tower, above the full moon rising, below, african drum dancing. I was so excited to be in the presence of a new experience.
Walking through the old city at night, eyes wide open with all of the different architecture, colors, music, dancing, the smell of fried plantain, fish and herbs sauteing, laughter, and off in a short distance behind me the sound of clicking, clocking. I turned around to see a horse n’ carriage a few feet behind me ready to run right through me with a quick step to the side curb. On the curbside a big hole in the side walk with rusted iron running across the cracked pavement. No one can sue the city for curb tripping here. Watch your step, look for horse and carriage, enjoy the old and the new, dance and be merry.
Entering into Aurita’s home we were greeted with a finely set table of delicious food and a beautiful family awaiting our arrival. A view of the harbor and city center across the bay, and as all of Latin America, maids to serve us. Over the next few days the stories I was introduced to within the history of Colombia through to Venezuela and the interweaving significance of Aurita’s family genealogy, deepened my appreciation for all that my eyes and senses experienced from the first moment I stepped into the town center. I was having more than just a holiday, it was lesson in history, from a hedonist perspective with great appreciation for the finer things, the details, the hardships, as well as the impermanence of life and the people we share them with.
Aura provided me with the following pieces of history:
Through some video clips and moments captured in photos Aura and I will take you through a colorful, experience of our short journey in a long history of an abundant land.
Here is part one of three … a picture says more than a thousand words, just as people surfing on the net skip a beat and pass through faster than a wave takes to generate onto the reef and break.
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