Santa Fe de Antioquia is a small colonial town, nestled in the mountains north of Medellin. We hired a small tour bus to pick us up in the morning. Here's Elisa with the bus:
As the bus tried to exit our driveway loaded down with all of us, the rear bumper bottomed out. Carolina's little 7-year-old cousin proudly exclaimed, "We're STUCK! One-hundred percent STUCK!!" As we waited for the driver to examine our situation, we caught this onlooker, standing on the street, maximizing his time by flossing simultaneously.
On the way, we stopped for breakfast at a roadside restaurant. We were treated to FRESH arepas, made right before our eyes, and an amazing view.
Lesley and Dasia at breakfast. And my finger in the corner.
After nourishment, we continued on to Punta de Occidente, with a pretty awesome suspension bridge high over a river.
Then we were on our way to Antioquia. Our first stop in the town was the hotel run by a friend of Carolina's father. It was extremely hot that day, so we thoroughly enjoyed the beautiful swimming pool and refreshing drinks while the cooks made us lunch.
After lunch, we ventured out into the village, where we shopped at the street vendors and explored some of the churches.
The streets were so narrow that 2 cars could definitely not fit down them, and our tour bus had quite the time trying to navigate around.
We were wandering the streets when school was let out for the afternoon, and it was funny to see the ice cream vendor park himself right outside the front door of one of the schools for maximum profit. I was able to catch a glimpse inside one of the classrooms, too.
The banner says, "Integrity is doing what is right, even when no one is watching."
I like it.