By the time we leave Medellin on Monday morning, we will have been here 17 nights. It still is not clear how we arrived at that number, but Medellin is one of the top destinations for ex-pat living. Back when we were thinking of making a move, this was one of the places on our list to check out. Now that we are firmly settled in Hungary, it was still a curiosity to see why this is a popular destination. Cost of living is a definite factor. It is much cheaper than even frugal Ecuador.
As it happens when you spend a good deal of time in one place, you venture off the museum track and start looking for other things to occupy your time. We have been doing this for a few days. To share what yesterday held for us, it will be primarily photos with a brief commentary.
Where else but in South America could you get off the metro, walk into the shopping arcade and find a priest saying mass, while congregants sit on the steps?
When we were on our walking tour, the old train station was closed. When we were in the area this day, it had reopened. I loved seeing the old steam engine. What you cannot see are the bustling cafes on the other side.
Inside the train station, we found two wonderful murals. There was no explanation, name of the pieces and no artist credited. However, we did appreciate the interesting brush strokes or palette knife strokes.
Walking around the government square, we noticed some statues we had missed on the walking tour. In all fairness, if we covered everything on the Real City Walking Tour, we would have had to have sleeping bags. It would have taken hours more than it did. No complaints on the time spent, it was worth every minute. Having taught journalism, this paperboy statue was especially appealing.
When you know time is running short, you try to cram in some of the things on the original ‘To Do’ list that may have fallen by the wayside. Not really intending to visit the Plaza de La Libertad, it was a welcomed visual refreshment on a hot day. Along one side, cafés flourish and compete. We chose one for drinks while admiring the bird topiary and the lavish garden area on the side of it. A bit further down is a bamboo garden with a path for a tranquil, meditative stroll filtering out the hustle and noise of the city surrounding it.
One quirky object that at first glance could pass one by is the electric tree. What can almost get by as a real tree, when you take a good look, this manmade tree is has plastic lights for flowers. In the evening, it lights casting a reddish hue.
TripAdvisor suggests Barefoot Park as a fun place to visit. When we finally found it, barricade tape kept us from getting barefoot and squishing our toes in the sand. With no explanation provided, why entry is not permitted is still a mystery. How can sand be out of order?
Where is this man going? What is he doing with these bottles? Another mystery left unsolved. So many mysteries, so little time to solve them.
A little engine positioned on a pedestal is on exhibit at the end of the park. The sign states it memorializes all who died constructing the railroad. This is magnanimous considering there is no longer a functional railroad in the city.
We returned to the library where we had stopped during our walking tour. This time we went in. Entering on the ground level, we walked into the children’s library. Set up like a little theater, children were watching a video. To the right and the length of the building, there were walls filled with books along with one generous section of computers. Glass paintings were cheerful and playful. The next floor housed a roomful of computers where many adults were watching DVDs. Guards roam the building and the exits.
Searching for a magnet, we went back to the former palace. I am still in awe of the architecture.
Each day’s activities seem to be coming more simplified to longer we are away.