The inocentes in a pueblito heaven

15 Jul

Santa Fe de Antioquia was, in few words, just as charming as everyone said it would be.

We took a colectivo to Santa Fe, which is a cab that fills up with randoms and then makes the ~1 hour drive over the mountains and into the small villages on the other side. After my experience with our trip to the finca, I took two Dramamine pills and passed out for the duration of the drive…

…as an aside, Dramamine, amiright?! I’ve never taken it before, and two pills made me feel a bit drunk but also sleepy. But, heavens be thanked, I didn’t have to reach over Greg to open the car door and kiss my breakfast goodbye.

Our hotel was out of this world. Tam and Jota had stayed at the Hotel Mariscal Robledo before, and they highly recommended it as a relaxing and gorgeous place to stay. It was that, and more. From the classical colonial architecture with all rooms facing an open-air courtyard to a thoroughly modern, beautifully tiled pool with comfortable cabanas on which to relax to stunning scenery outside of each room (tiled rooftops, churches, the town square, the Andes etc).

Santa Fe is a vacation town, like the Cape, Vineyard or Hamptons, except on a much smaller, more modest scale. During the weekend, many paisas come to enjoy the atmosphere or swim in the pools at the hotels, here. They may stay for the weekend or just hop up for a day. During the week, however, the place is sleepy, quiet and totally cleared out. We were two of maybe a handful of people staying at the hotel that night, and we enjoyed the super-attentive care we received from the staff at all of our meals.

One of the first things we did when we arrived (aside from having coffee, because I was still sleepwalking) was to find a candy that the area is famous for, pulpo de tamardino. Tamarind grows pretty freely, here, and the locals make a fruit roll-up-esque candy from the fruit. It is absolutely delicious; sort of sour and sweet, sugary and comforting. I bought 25 roll ups to share with Jota, Tam, Greg and anyone else who might happen along…but there is some fear of me eating it all, myself.

The next day, we woke up “early” and hiked ~6km through the town and through surrounding jungle to the Puente de Occidente. This is a super old-school wooden bridge that–at the time it was built–was the longest bridge in the Americas. During our hike, we saw horses, cows and vultures through the rising mist. We crossed the bridge and, on the other side, had a small taxi take us back (uphill) to our hotel.

For the rest of the day we swam, ate and read, waiting for our taxi to take us back to Medellín. This was another one of those experiences where I wish I could just transport everyone to the town, and have everyone experience the same thing with us. It was relaxing, beautiful and fun.


One Response to “The inocentes in a pueblito heaven”

  1. Lea Anthony July 15, 2011 at 7:30 pm #

    What a lovely place! Wonderful honeymoon eh?
    You sent some beautiful pictures of a resort all to yourselves. Terrific shots of the building on the hill and thru the window.

    One little suggestion still….Nina get a HAT!!! Greg has one and your are white as a ghost.

    😉 Love, Mom

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