Come back to Medellín with me, where my grandmother and I were staying at a business hotel with a killer breakfast buffet. On that Monday, I had a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice with scrambled eggs, fried yuca, and sliced watermelon. Then we walked to meet the Turibus for a spin around the city.
We picked up empanadas to go since our tour was taking us right through lunch.
And when it ended, I had my first Colombian tamal made with masa (cornmeal), potatoes, peas, carrots, pork and chicken, and baked in a banana leaf. It was delicious, but I prefer Mexican tamales. Not that I told my grandmother so...
Afterwards, we took the metro for the first time and all the way to Line K, so we could ride up to Biblioteca Espana and admire the city from above.
Incredible, isn't it? I thought so, though none of the many photos I took did it justice. I borrowed this one.
Tuesday morning was our last in the department (or state) of Antioquia. I suppose I could have enjoyed moremodern art, but I was still excited to continue. Up next? The sultry city of Cartagena.
