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Adventures at a Colombian Finca

From left: Cristian, me, Lina, Airton

From left: Cristian, me, Lina, Airton

On weekends and holidays, the city folk in Medellin like to escape to the countryside.  I'd been hearing about foreigners visiting fincas (country houses) from time to time, and was hoping I'd have the opportunity to experience this aspect of Colombian culture as well before heading home in a few weeks.

Cristian keeps an eye on the food

Cristian keeps an eye on the food

I met Andrea through Couchsurfing last week when we went out salsa dancing.  She brought two friends, one of whom was Lina.  A Brazilian couchsurfer named Airton and a Colombian couchsurfer named Cristian also joined us, along with a few others.  We danced, we stayed out late, we had fun together.  I invited them to the party I was throwing at my apartment.  The day after my party, I received my long-awaited finca invitation!

Lina, Andrea, Airton, and Cristian picked me up quite late.  First, I've learned to really appreciate a normal car ride after having to depend on public transportation and walking for so long.  Then, the hunt was on for our dinner.  We drove across town to Las Palmas where we stopped at a 24-hour grocery store.  The girls and Airton picked out much of the food, including a bottle of vodka.  I had brought some leftover rum and wine from my party.

We then drove about 30-40 minutes north out of Medellin, past the terminus of the metro line in Niquia, and into new territory.  The late hour meant little traffic, and we were soon passing the town of Copacabana, after which we reached Lina's finca.  Her mom had recently moved there, but was in Cartagena at the time.  We got out of the car at the foot of a VERY steeply graded driveway, and hiked up it with the groceries.

Atop the hill, we found a cute house with a view across the highway and valley.  It was midnight, and I was already anticipating the morning view.  Cristian took the lead on turning our lumps of charcoal into a red-hot foundation for barbequing a big chunk of meat, chicken drumsticks, corn on the cob, and arepas.  Airton and the girls took the lead on food prep and cooking, while I supervised (j/k).  We opened a bottle of chilled white wine and Airton, being the resident Brazilian, mixed up some caipirinihas too.

Around 2 am, we finally sat down for dinner, and it was a great one at that.  I'm not normally a fan of steaks, but the meat was tender and delicious.  We enjoyed some rice and boiled potatoes as well.  There is a sauce down here which is a combination of mayonnaise and mustard, which is a perfect dip for chips and the little potatoes.

After dinner, I was helping to wash the dishes when Lina suggested I come out and have fun instead.  She took out some musical items – handheld rattles, a metal cylinder which you play by scraping a special metal fork against, and a plastic jug for drumming.  I would venture to guess we made some sweet, sweet music that night.

Airton and Andrea making music

Airton and Andrea making music

I was reminded of a salsa combination I learned the prior week called “the sombrero” but I couldn't remember it when I tried to show Andrea.  This was my fear – doing well with the moves in class and then forgetting them once I was on my own!  But having learned them once should make it easier to learn them again in the future.

To be continued…

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Traveler

Sunday 5th of July 2009

Hahaha.. my bad. Never been to Cali so you're right, I don't know!

Traveler

Sunday 5th of July 2009

Hahaha.. my bad. Never been to Cali so you're right, I don't know!

Dave

Sunday 5th of July 2009

Traveler -

Karl is referring to the city of Cali in Colombia (not California), and he has a good point. ;)

I was out at a salsa club tonight and met a Puerto Rican guy. When I stated Puerto Rico was the salsa capital, he said "no, it's Cali."

The funny thing is he doesn't like to dance with the Colombian women because their style is so different from what he's use to. But when I saw him dance with one of the "house" (professional) dancers who could follow his lead, he clearly had a lot of skill.

Dave

Sunday 5th of July 2009

Traveler -

Karl is referring to the city of Cali in Colombia (not California), and he has a good point. ;)

I was out at a salsa club tonight and met a Puerto Rican guy. When I stated Puerto Rico was the salsa capital, he said "no, it's Cali."

The funny thing is he doesn't like to dance with the Colombian women because their style is so different from what he's use to. But when I saw him dance with one of the "house" (professional) dancers who could follow his lead, he clearly had a lot of skill.

Traveler

Saturday 4th of July 2009

Karl - I beg to differ!! I've been dancing in both LA and San Fran (and Puerto Rico) and nothing compares to NYC. :-) Unless you're talking about a style difference between east coast and west coast salsa, there's no beating the New York scene!

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