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| Writing in my journal in the living room |
Ahhh. Waking up to Colombian coffee before walking to the corner to buy bread and arepas for breakfast. Sitting on the balcony overlooking the still-sleepy street where a few cats saunter along.
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| Enjoying coffee in the morning on the balcony |
Home away from home in a Colombian house in Palmira, hosted by a wonderful Colombian woman.
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| The house - we were upstairs |
That's where my brother and I stayed while visiting our coworker and her mom. They rented out the bottom portion of the house and lived on the top portion.
The door from the street opened right into a staircase that turned rather dramatically to go upstairs. The balcony at the top opened into the living/dining room; from there, a tiny piece of hallway with a bathroom to the right and a staircase to the left that went upstairs to the enclosed "backyard." Next was the kitchen and then a small back room and a bedroom to the right. Small, but cozy, and it did become our home away from home.
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| The stairs up to the house |
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| The balcony |
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| The neighborhood |
It truly was a nice place to stay. In the evening the neighborhood was alive with people on the streets, everyone's doors and windows open and music blaring, a few fireworks every now and then, but with everything quieting down by 10pm. We slept well and woke up to more coffee the next morning.
Church was also within walking distance; we went twice. We got a few nice pictures afterwards, too!
Church was also within walking distance; we went twice. We got a few nice pictures afterwards, too!
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