After our trip to Guatape we've earned a relaxing weekend. The weather is good. We work on photos and blogs and in-between sit on our balcony watching the people in the park and the clouds floating overhead.
Sunday morning we once again go to the Farmer's Market. The people seem to smile more broadly when two gringo stop and look at their stalls. In the afternoon we go to Poblado's Barrio Manila, an area 30 minutes walk from our apartment with many restaurants. We try out a burger place. We notice an abundance of pale young people, then realize the large number of hostels nearby. After our late lunch we walk to Parque El Poblado to look at the craft vendors who have setup their wares. None of the jewelry or handicrafts call to us, but we do find a booth with chocolates made of 70% cocoa and 30% panela, the brown sugar made from boiling sugar cane juice. We're happy to buy a small bag for 15,000 pesos.
Monday I am feeling much better with just some occasional coughing now, so it's time to check out the pool. Juan had warned me that a swim cap is required. I go to the Dollar Store with hope of finding one, but no luck. It's time to be creative. I figure that as long as I keep my head above water that a shower cap might be sufficient. It's unlikely that the guards will challenge some foreign woman as long as she has something on her head, so I buy a premium one for 4,000 pesos ($1.33). My scheme works!
Monday I am feeling much better with just some occasional coughing now, so it's time to check out the pool. Juan had warned me that a swim cap is required. I go to the Dollar Store with hope of finding one, but no luck. It's time to be creative. I figure that as long as I keep my head above water that a shower cap might be sufficient. It's unlikely that the guards will challenge some foreign woman as long as she has something on her head, so I buy a premium one for 4,000 pesos ($1.33). My scheme works!
In the afternoon we return to Barrio Manila for our lunch, this time choosing the Argentine restaurant Malevo. My flank steak is outstanding and William's ribeye is very good. After lunch William says it's time for a haircut. He checks out Vinke's Barbershop and it's barbers. He then sits down in the open chair. What could go wrong in a barber shop that also sells bottled beer? Between William's basic Spanish, the barber's rudimentary English and a lot of gestures the style and amount to trim off is communicated. 25 minutes later William feels like a new man.
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