Rewind a bit... a fantastic dinner sponsored by our friends at a nearby restaurant set the stage. After we retreated to our hotel bar for a cocktail. The menage of a colonial structure/era bar, decorated with funky modern art, hosted by a live band, and with a pesky toucan present provided the eclectic setting. Whatever I said prior about "not too late at night" in Cartagena turned out to be untruthful. I emailed a client to join us for breakfast. They responded with a no : (
But instead they said they had booked something fun and invited us to sail to an island in the Caribe for lunch, as well as snorkeling in the mangroves and off the island. Sorry Juan Manuel Santos. Luck strikes: this is gonna be awesome : )
Snorkeling in mangroves and coral reefs (neither of which had things that wanted to bite me, although a big iguana on the island where we ate lunch looked like he was thinking about me), a few cervezas, and my last day absorbing more humidity in this week down here than I get cumulatively with a year in Calgary. Like that opening poster suggested, we found a little of the good life in Cartagena.
Here's what I woke to.
Pool didn't have enough swimming fun, so we headed to some islands generically in Panama's direction.
This is FirstEnergy's most productive individual. He didn't let the local distractions take away blackberry time.
Colombian friends, oil finders, and el Caribe.
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