Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Popayan, pre-trip

In July I spent a week on vacation in Colombia.  Most of that time was spent in or near a city (pop. 200K) called Popayan.  Prior to the trip whenever I informed Colombians (mostly from Bogota) about the destination they uniformly asked incredulously, "Why?”

It's common for Latin Americans to invite a new friend to visit them wherever they may live.  It's genuine but also understood that it will likely never happen.  Two years ago I met a couple that invited me there.  They referred to Popayan with a smirk, suggesting a slight inferiority complex but also perhaps some pride.  As time passed I got to see more of Colombia and was looking for somewhere new to go.  From what I could see it looked like an ideal place;  Spanish colonial architecture, history, museums, food, a national park and other attractions nearby.  Curiously most of the people I spoke with about Popayan had never been there.

My friends were surprised but pleased when I informed them in May of my upcoming visit.  And I was just starting to learn what hospitality, Colombian-style was all about.





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