Last night I slept very well only waking up once at 5:30
finally waking/getting up at 7:30.
We all had breakfast in the apt.
They had a private driver named Carlos Andres Arboleda 315
766 1212 take their large suitcases and the 4 of us to the Dann Carlton
Bilfort. He waited downstairs while they
moved their suitcases into their rooms.
I noticed the pool was empty and Jim found out that it’s closed until
Monday.
Back downstairs we piled into Carlos nice comfortable
car. At the toll booth on the way to El
Retiro we found that the roads are closed because of the 7th and
final stage of the bicycle race that will be from El Retiro to Medellin
tomorrow. I understood even the roads to
the airport are closed. What? Carlos said that there will not be a Ciclovia
tomorrow because of it.
We discussed some alternate activities and finally settled
on a personal tour of Comuna 13 (which used to be the most dangerous Medellin
neighborhood during the time of Pablo Escobar).
He dropped us off outside a café and then went to park the
car. The others had a tinto (American
coffee) and I had a café con leche (coffee with milk). About 10 minutes later we took a couple of
the outdoor escalators up to another café where we gathered around a table and
drank cool drinks. I noticed a photo of
Bill Clinton that was taken in the same location. I saw that they sell custom made t-shirts for
40mil so I ordered one in large. Fifteen
minutes later it was ready for pickup.
I asked Carlos why my cellphone doesn’t work even though it
says I have a balance of 19,000 pesos.
He said I need to put more money into my account. Maybe it expires if not used in a certain
period of time?
We took a few more escalators, 5 in total, up to the summit
where we had a beautiful view of Medellin
We returned to the car and Carlos took us back to their
hotel.
Carlos dropped me off at the apt about 2:30 and as I was walking into the garage I felt a raindrop.
I tried on the new t-shirt and it was too small. It must be Colombian large not American
large. Aargh!
About 2:45pm we had a heavy rainfall with strong winds that
lasted about 45 minutes.
Teresa informed me that Airin left behind 3 dresses and a
hat in her closet.
MT called and informed us that she is coming over.
Among new movies opening in the US
MT came over about 5pm and she had a letter from SS with
her. She said she received it only a
couple weeks ago but the date on the letter was October 4th. I asked her the few questions on the survey,
she signed and dated it and I’ll stop at Envios Market to send it back to the
US. I just had a flash of inspiration –
I’ll give it to my brother and he can put a stamp on it and mail it when he
gets back home. That will save her like
$10 that it would cost to Fed-Ex it from here.
I understand Wilson is asking MT for my recipe so she can
make oatmeal cookies for him.
About 5:30 Teresa and MT left to go shopping at El Tesoro
mall.
Teresa returned at 9:15.
I understand she didn’t find anything she liked but they stopped in a
restaurant and shared a sandwich.
Joke of the day
There was a shipwreck and only Scarlett
Johansson and some random guy survived on a desert island. They didn't know each other before the shipwreck, but he did know who she was.
At the beginning it was hard, but as
time passed, this guy learned how to provide food and shelter, he started
taking care of her, and eventually she started caring about him... after all,
there wasn't anybody else on the island.
He eventually built a cabin, had a
functioning automatic potable water supply, and all sorts of little clever
commodities, all done to make her life easier... it was the most effort any man
had ever done for her, and all the hard work made him fit, she noticed this.
One night after some wildlife
attacked and he defended her successfully, getting a few cuts in the process,
she threw herself at him and they made love. After that, they were for all
intents and purposes "romantically dating".
But for some reason he started
drifting away, something was bothering him. And she noticed.
"Whats wrong?" Scarlett
asked. "Nothing..." he would always reply.
She pestered him for a while
eventually saying she would do ANYTHING he needed or wanted to make him feel
good again, just because she really cared for him a lot, and even if he wasn't
asking, she felt it was the least she owed it to him.
"Really? You'll do anything I'd
like?"
"Yes," she said.
"Anything!"
"Okay, first i want you to take
off your toga and get into this pair of work jeans that somehow washed up on
the shore."
"Okay..."
"Now put this shirt on please,
but first, "tape" your boobs so they are flat."
"Wha... Okay, I said I'd do
anything," she said lovingly.
"Okay, now take this hat and
wear it, but tuck your hair under it."
She was confused, but none the less,
she wanted to make him happy. So she tucked her hair under the hat.
"Now I'd like for you to grab
this piece of soot and paint yourself a beard and a mustache."
"Okay, if this is what you
want," she muttered.
"Now, please, put on these
sunglasses, and start walking down the beach. I'll catch up to you in a
bit!" he said a bit excited.
She started walking, wondering,
doubting herself, just confused about what had just happened. Maybe it wasn't
her, maybe it was h- and suddenly the guy grabs her by her shoulder turns her
around and says:
"DUDE!!! You won't believe who I've been sleeping with
for the past 6 months!"
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