|Palace of Culture at Plaza Botero|
Me and Medellín did not get off to a happy start. The guide that the travel agency had arranged to meet me at the airport wasn’t there. I waited around the bus station for about 15 minutes and no luck. This surprised me because, up to this, I found the Colombians to be universally friendly, courteous, efficient and dependable. I caught a cab at the bus station. The first cab driver I asked didn’t want to take me because he didn’t know where the hotel was. The second cab driver had a few problems finding the joint. I don’t blame him as the roads in the neighborhood of my hotel were confusing and randomly barricaded. I did get to my hotel, but as soon as I got to my room and unpacked, cumbia music for somewhere nearby started playing. Loud. Until after 12:30. And that wouldn’t have been so bad except that it started back up at 6:30 a.m. the next morning.
|Church in upscale Poblado neighborhood|
So Day Once, my eleventh and final day in Colombia, was not off to a great start. It did get better.
I took the Medellín metro (an elevated train, actually) to El Centro, to see the Botero statues in the imaginatively named Plaza Botero and to see some more Botero art in the Museo de Antioquia. I got off the metro at my stop and saw this interesting-looking building:
|Uribe Palace of Culture|
|A Botero ... but not quite in Plaza Botero|
|Botero's masterpiece "Pedro"|
I call this one "Tres Mujeres," or "Three Women":
This was a particularly disturbing and amusing scene. Amus-turbing if you will:
|The Adam half of an "Adam and Eve" pairing|
Anyway, it must be pretty common to give that fat bronze guy a rub because that part of the statue’s anatomy is far brighter and more polished than the rest.
On that note, it was time to say good-bye to Medellín:
|View of Medellin from the top floor of Hotel Poblado Alejandria|
The Vacation Blog is closed for 2012. See you next year in Macedonia, or Finland and Estonia, or Sarajevo, or Chilean Patagonia, or Poland, or Brazil's Northeast Coast, or Montevideo and Buenos Aires, or maybe that long-planned family trip back to Croatia, wherever it is I end up deciding to go.