Cartagena info.
Below is an article from this week's Sunday Times travel section which I've typed up for your delight!
Visiting film locations can be disappointing. Once the set designers and prop masters have left town, and the CGI wizards have worked their magic, there is often little correlation between the place on screen & the real thing.
Cartagena is a glorious exception. A former Spanish port on the Caribbean coast of Colombia, it is both the setting and stage for Love in the Time of Cholera, a classic novel by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and now a movie by the British director Mike Newell.
The story tells how love struck young clerk Florentino Ariza, played by Oscar-winner Javier Bardem, waits 50years for the hand of his childhood sweetheart, Fermina Daza. Set around the turn of the 20th century, Garcia Marquez’s tale of magical realism is infused with the sultry, torpid atmosphere of Cartagena, where he worked as a young reporter.
Because of fears surrounding Colombia’s recent violent past, the studio had planned to use Brazil for the location work – until Newell visited Cartagena and fell in love with it. So exquisitely preserved is the fortified old town, with its 18th century colonial mansions and perfumed courtyards, that little work was required to age it by more than 100years. Although the resulting movie has received mixed reviews, Cartagena itself easily takes the full five stars.
In the old town, horse-drawn buggies rattle along narrow cobbled streets and bougainvillea spills from carved wooden balconies. In the Parque de Bolivar, shoeshine boys shelter from the punishing midday sun beneath the shade of tall palm trees and rubber trees. Across the street, under the arches of the Plaza de la Proclamacion – where the market scenes were filmed – women in billowing skirts balance bowls of watermelon on their heads.
Wrapped around the old town are battlements, built by 8000 African slaves to protect their colonial masters from pirates. For more than 200 years, Cartagena grew rich on plundered treasure. Gold and emeralds stolen from indigenous South Americans were stashed in warehouses, loaded onto fleets of galleons and sailed back to Spain. Some ships fell to pirates – among them Sir John Hawkins and Sir Francis Drake. One vessel, the San Jose, was said to have been sunk by the Spanish just outside Cartagena lest its hoard fall into British hands. The wreck has never been recovered.
Today, the best introduction to Cartagena is to walk the ramparts, gazing across terracotta rooftops at ornate church towers and voluptuous cupolas. In the late afternoon, as a welcome breeze blows off the Caribbean, students from the nearby university stroll arm in arm, and lovers curl up in the embrasures.
In the people of Cartagena it’s easy to see the influences of Africa, Europe and South America, mixed and melded over the centuries. Charming and friendly, they move with a languid grace and exude an effortless sensuality, the men handsome, the women flirtatious.
Nor do you need to look hard to find characters who could have been lifted from the pages of a Garcia Marquez novel. My guide, Andres, who worked last year on the production of the movie, introduced himself with a soft handshake: “I am 59 years old and have lived everyday of my life in the city”.
In the atmospheric church of San Pedro Claver, where Fermina’s wedding to Dr Jevenal Urbino was filmed, he pointed out an elderly man with silver hair and small round spectacles who knelt and prayed silently in the back pew. “Every time I come, he is there, always in the same place. Don’t ask me why”, Andres whispered.
Pedro Claver, a Spanish priest, devoted his life to improving the lot of the city’s slaves and is revered in Cartagena. He was canonised in the 19th century, and his bones lie in a glass-sided coffin beneath the church’s altar, his skull resting on a pillow. Next door, beneath the crumbling porticoes of a former convent, is the sell where he lived and died.
Across town, another convent has been cleverly transformed in to Cartagena’s finest hotel. Retaining much of the original structure, including a splendidly overgrown courtyard, the Sofitel Santa Clara has incorporated a sumptuous pool and spa. Drop by for a cocktail and sneak to the fifth floor terrace to gaze into the garden of the neighbouring house, owned by Garcia Marquez.
It’s possible than within a few years Cartagena will lose some of its magic. Spiralling property prices may force local people out of the old town and strip it of its authenticity. Right now, though, the city is perfect: romantic, unspoilt, safe and cheap.
Celestine
Bad news is that there will be no coffee in the morning.
Good thing I will be taking the other meds. They are going to basically microwave the inside of my vein to fix the problem. May be I should bring some
Anyway if I post after 10pm tonight I will be under the influence so disregard anything I say.
One the other side of the door was my little monster sitting so innocently.
After that sleeping wasn't much of an option. I just had to share the start of my day.... and yes my day did get better...that is for a Monday. It took many hours to calm my heart back down... and I did have my blood pressure checked.. 115/80...not bad for having the beegeezus scared out of me. 
..I have had the flu for the past two weeks and felt like a bobble head. 
I feel like I am missing important dates! I found the dates to order the t-shirts and have sent my info for other things. My question is this..did I miss the date for the bracelets? If not..when is the order date. Unfortunately, life is kinda hetic lately and I am normally really on top of things and this month - I am not.
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by Disney. But I am ok.
